Perhaps I never loved you at all.
Maybe the love was always there,
already inside me, waiting for someone
like you to act as a mirror, reflecting
my own love back at me.
Perhaps that is all love ever is;
just self-involved, self-gratification.
Maybe falling in love is just a myth,
a pleasing story we tell ourselves
to justify our selfish intent;
a way to explain ourselves
to others and to God.
Love should never cause pain,
for ourselves or for others.
Perhaps pain caused by love
proves that it never was love?
Or have I just, perchance,
never known true love?
Am I, therefore, unqualified
to inquire of that which
I have never experienced?
Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012