It's negative true, but it feels this way,
That I kill love when I touch it,
Too strongly perhaps I stake my claim,
I sever the gossamer silk of it's beauty.
Seems to me at this time,
The only love that is safe for me,
Is that of my animals and son,
To them my love is safe as can be.
I can't give answers,
Can't tell you why,
It just feels to me,
Eveytime I start to care, the love in the other dies.
Sure I'll get a couple of replies,
But what difference will that make?
Cos when I feel the love I want,
Something ruins it or takes it.
A hero is a man who does what he can.
(The Fragile Rose)