How I Love Her, Or Loved.

Maybe it was the process of knowing,
Or was it the process of understanding.

Many different little thoughts that mean so little to me in logic.
Love. Defies logic in any way.

How it all stands on being logical.
I look at her, I see those smiles.

Yes they are happy smiles,
But behind all that smile hides a little sadness.
The look for trust.

Someone once told me that they had enjoyed love to the fullest,
Because of trust. They didn't told me it was 2 sided.

I pulled out my trust and placed it all in to a worthless trust.
Now its all gone.

People look at me, tell me to lower expectations.
Open myself up. Let other women reach in to my life.

Some how perfection exist on the different level of my sight.
I don't trust perfection.

I can feel and know imperfection.

Thats what I am attracted to.

Yet seeing her sadness pains me.
It fills me with a unconditional sorrow.

Maybe its just me.
I just hope I don't regret.