the origin of love

Maybe i had hoped that

You would love me

For who I am

And i guess that means

The romanticized idea of self

Of how talented or inteligent

Or kind or pretty I am

Or whatever it is

That you find 

attractive in me

apparently, that is not so

apparently, these things are 

Just for teenage fantasies

And love does not spring 

From these things

But the origin of love

Can only be love

An act of kindness

A reaching out

That says

You have noticed me

Why do you love me

I may ask

It is because you love me

You will say

And what if I stop loving you

I may ask

Will you stop loving me too

But I will always love you

You will say

Remembering that 

You once loved me......