I wonder what would happen if
I treated everyone like I was in love
With them, whether I liked them or not
And whether they respond or not and no matter
What they say or do to me, and even if I see
Things in them that are ugly, twisted, petty,
Cruel, vain, deceitful, indifferent, just accept
All that and turn my attention to some small
Weak, tender, hidden part, and keep my eyes on
That until it shines like a beam of light
Like a bonfire i can warm my hands by and trust
It to burn away all the waste which is not,
Never was, my business to
Meddle with.
