Note: I do not mind what interpretations you make of this poem, but seeing as it is rather vague in places, I will explain it is a personal poem I wrote for people who sacrifice a lot - even something like love- for belief...

Watching Love

Love! I watch you, watching me. I watch

You heave my gaze from the torrenting

Of my emotions: like an anchor,

Sinking.

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Too; my heart sinks, though sense

Screams ‘way the merging fate,

Of horrors of hell that reel

In hate.

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So, I’ll shy away from

Your love, though my heart’ll die.

Now, you ask I love you?

I lie.