I don't understand,
I love you why?
In confusion,
I scream, I cry.

I call you names,
that aren't your own.
You may hold me,
but I'm still alone.

Is this truly,
love I feel?
Or loves forgotten,
it's all so surreal.

Do I love you,
or those names I call?
Did I find love,
or re find an old fall?

I know I do love you,
but for you or the past?
Do I love you as you,
or a memory I fast?

Though this love is written,
clearly in my hearts end.
It's accompanied by old loves,
which may fade, but never mend.

You love me, past, with or without.
I'll love you, through rain or drought.
Unconditionally.