Akda - That
That
ni Pongskie
That's what they say...
That one does not love from afar without being loved in return...
That for someone to confirm it is unrequited would only justify that it is not what it seemed...
That thing they call love...
That no matter how much one denies it, one cannot hide the obvious...
That it is the copulation of the adverse...
That in which we all painstakingly suffer through is where we find ourselves healed...
That where giving found itself to be foreign, receiving admitted its oddity...
That amidst the strangeness, both have built their abode to share...
That when tempted to give in to haste, patience strokes it back to calm...
That one need not do much now as it insistently takes time...
That happiness and the antithesis are its limbs to live each day with...
That toying with its contradictions lead to further ironies...
That it is only when one becomes blinded by it that one sees everything with it...
That nothing is in fact unrequited, only unspoken...
