Your Love

This is how I had felt about my real mothers love for me when she wasn't a part of my life for 14 years.

If I asked you if you loved me
would you mean every word you spoke.
If I asked you if you thought of me
- your distant child-
would I find that special moment
when you thought of me so dearly.

But if you ask me if I loved you
there wouldn't be any words that could express 
my feelings I have towards you, just silence in reply.
And if you asked me if I thought of you,
you would see tears in my eyes
from all the years you weren't there for me.


Your love was like the wind
you can't see it, but you can feel it.
Because, from all the years you were apart from me
I did not once could see the wind, and the feeling of it, passed right through me.

The End

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