Beyond the Words

Selfish Love

I remember the day my eyes

first fell upon your pretty face,

but when I looked at you I saw the face

that belonged to my first love,

I called out her name

at you

and it was then that I knew

you were not her, nor was she you.

But you held the same compelling beauty

and a look of innocence she never had.

Your expression told me I was a stranger

and I felt my heart ache for her,

for you.

And so it was

I fell in love with you

while I was living in the memories

Of the times when my heart

was claimed by her.

I do suppose my love is selfish,

but then again,

love always is.