i don’t know love, by Hassia Kabai

i don’t know love 
but i would like to meet her
i’ve seen her around
but she’s always with other people
they look like they’re enjoying themselves
i don’t want to bother her
besides i can’t force her
she only comes to you when you’re ready
sometimes i see people that look like love
but her pupils are huge and fixed, her 
cheek soft
pink, brown, saude… blue?
yet her lips are magnetic
her nose probably tickles when it touches your skin
but as always they are not love
that heat i’m feeling isn’t warmth
that touch i’m feeling is shocking not 
sensual 
but then again maybe you are love 
after all you are so far away
i must be mistaken you have to be love because if you are 
not love
then who are you? then who is she?
why won’t she come and see me?
am i not deserving of love
why would i be 
i don’t know love no matter how much i
would like to meet her