I wish for your happiness,

More than anything do I want to see your smile.

Though it's a double-edged sword, mercilessly

Giving me the brightest joy and darkest sorrow.

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I constantly think and say to myself

How beautiful it would be if you were happy

Regardless of my existence.

But I can't fool the urge inside me,

The longing to be the source of your happiness.

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Is it wrong to selfishly want your happiness for myself?

Is it possessive, arrogant,

Unloving?

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Of course I want you to be happy.

Does loving mean trading my own happiness for yours?

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Is it wrong to not want to face reality?

Is it wrong to refuse to accept the truth?

Is it wrong to continue loving you,

Unrequited, so much that it hurts?

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Should I be satisfied with what I have?

Is it wrong to desire more?

Should I lay me heart to rest?

Enjoy every second of your presence,

Even when I'm left with a heart broken afterwards?

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I wish I could stop taking your presence for granted.

I wish I could calm the raging urges inside me.

But every second of your company, my love and desire grow.

And I ask myself:

How does one change one's type of love?