When i was "small"

Looking back,this was what she could find very touching.

He looked "small" in their eyes

But in mine he was a hero

They told me what he felt was lust

but if lust why did he never touch or kiss?

They said he was "small" for me

But i knew his heart was big for me

They mostly talked about realities 

while all i knew were fantasies

Realities or fantasies

I thought they were one

I thought there was no "mind" in love

Did it have a part in love?

Now i look at us

We're good together

It was a time to die for

when i was "small"

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Nice little poem ... sometimes it is good to trust our instincts.