If loving was to please,
then I haven't loved any.
If winning was to cease,
then I didn't win any.

If the waves had paused,
to impress its earth,
then it's still not love for me.

There it rose like the macaw suns,
to impress it's lady earth.
And here it died down,
a brave suicide,
to impress it's lady earth.
I still find no love,
in the waves or in me.

But I find love in the lady earth,
who gave its every gravel,
for the stagnant waves so brave.
and said, "I will let you love me"

Now I have been loved,
by a father and a mother,
all these years with the heart of feather,
no greater love than them,
and what I gave back,
the father and the mother,
was still not love for me.

If loving was to please,
then I haven't loved any,
my brothers, my sisters, I speak.
I was the pleaser,
torn and hurt,
but never ever loved,
loved by any in the quest.

A lot loved was just a phrase,
loved my meager pleasers.
For when the real love comes,
you will always speak,
with the strength of the earth,
"I will let you love me"