wanting something beautiful is easy. loving something beautiful is hard. seeing you in a hat or with long hair. it's long and the strands clump together with the end of the day.
I've heard that I am beautiful. easy to want, that's hard to love.
maybe if I really knew you it wouldn't be easy to love you. maybe I wouldn't love you. wanting your beauty is all & enough. I'd rather not know.
but seeing me--calls me 'beautiful' and calls me 'i love you'.
he isn't beauty, and he is easy to love.
I wonder if I could love the beauty (of you) that wanting is easy
and I'd rather have paper flowers, it's too hard--loving the ones that wilt on the sill.
and loving is too hard. wanting is easy.
