A Man's Complaint: I Wish I Didn'T Love You So

I wish I didn’t love you so.

I am the stream complaining as I go,
And you the slope that makes me flow.

I am the sea under troubled skies,
And you the moon that makes me rise.

I am the moth with fluttering flight,
And you the candle’s gentle light.

I the arrow, you the bow:
I’ll wait forever, ‘till let go.

I wish I didn’t love you so.

by Dennis Lambert

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