As We Are Not Alike

I probably love you differently.
Not the way you imagined.
But I am what I am, and...that's how I love.
Quieter. Deeper. Into oblivion.

And I won't be standing here
when I'd serve you grand dramas.
I keep everything folded in my heart.
It's love, you know...we don't know.

And yes, it's foolish of me not to prove it
with hollow fanfare,
bright on the surface, emptiness underneath.

For me, love is...sacred.
The rest is wind and mist...
It blooms wildly, then it fades...
And I don't believe that's love.

Love is what persists
even when spring has gone,
even when the bright flowers
rest silent and dead in the earth.
Love endures. And it glows upon them.

And no, I'm not waiting for you to understand.
I've long known we are not the same—
different people from different worlds.
And still it's supposed to be love...And it's different...