Love

What I find beautiful 
I pity doubly because you find me too 
 
Home is where we find each other 
For here exists neither inside nor outside 
 
But for one harbour 
True love is 
 
Between the eyes of two friends 
Here where they find each other 
 
Before we came to see how alike we are 
There was a great sense of being lost 
 
Now that we are found 
I worry about you in case I should die 
 
Before my friendship you were sad but fine 
But can you go back to just being you? 
 
In this matter I can not truly comfort you 
For the world is a machine of war 
 
You may go ahead and even ask the insects 
Battle is the stuff of life 
 
What to make of a heart full of love 
When everything else in the mirror reflects hate? 
 
In the meantime there are TV shows and lounges 
Couches, sofas and beds 
 
Knowing that we are never too far apart 
Be thankful then for the Friendship Hotel we once shared