If I speak of love, it is because love speaks <br />To me, like we are having this conversation <br />About love itself, and I ask love that if I speak <br />Of love, will love believe me? <br />And love sighed, and finds this question <br />Too self-serving for itself, for love could <br />Be biased too, telling me that if I speak <br />Of her, she will believe me, oh, that would <br />Be too unnecessary of love, to speak about itself, <br />For love to believe in love from love itself <br />Who is asking about love, <br />About me and telling me, she will believe me, <br />In fact, this would be too confusing, too confusing, <br />But I speak of her today, and I speak of myself <br />Too, believing about this love of mine, <br />And so confused we see each other eye to eye, <br />The eye of love to my eye of true love, <br />Talking heart to a true heart, <br />The heart of love talking to the heart of true love, <br />and finally, though confused, and still taking breaths, <br /> <br />love, she finally, <br />Said, yes, love believes me, love believes my love, <br />love speaks of love, love believes in love, <br />In my love, and there is no other. Love begets love. <br />That is what human history had always told to itself.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-you-believe-me-if-i-speak-of-love/
