Love Needs Amnesia
The first person whose tummy is happy when I eat, is me.
The first person whose throat is refreshed when I drink, is me.
The first person who gets cold when I am naked, is.
The first person who gets hurts when I hurt, is me.
The first person who smells the bad gas when I fart, is me.
The first person who is corrected when I criticize, is me.
The first person who is thankful when I give, is me.
I am happy when I can give.
I am happy when I have something to give.
I am happy when I am not too poor to give.
The first person who is happy when I love, is me.
Love is a gift I give to myself.
And I miss making myself happy.
I almost forget that joy of giving.
It is nobody who gets hurt when I am hurt,
but the doers themselves.
The first person is sorry when I apologize, is me.
So should I apologize when I do nothing wrong?
But
I am happy when I can give.
And apology is another gifts.
Solid love forgives and forgets.
It needs a bad memory.
Amnesia is good for me.