If she doesn't love me, it's fine
Just let me love her
Forget her face
Only remember who she was
If you can do that, my
You still won
For you are with her
And woe to the one next to her
For he knows not
The person she really is
But you are with her
Forever
I remember
The square and long flowing whites
That hung loosely around her, stitches showing
Her thin frame gliding fragile
Her willing to be kind
So kind, that she taught me kindness
So quiet,
That she taught me the beauty of quiet
Inappropriate to some,
Beautiful to me, her crumpled sweater
On top of her flowing whites
Almost made me laugh, and love her even more
Yes, that too
She taught me to be inappropriate
If she doesn't love me, that's fine
Just let me love her
