A Wish of sharing

A wish of sharing,

Could have once been,

But self was glaring.

 

An acquaintance someone I meet, as if by chance sometimes we may actually find a common interest.

 

A friendship is built at first by the interest, then by investment returned.

 

When one looks even unto how we develop our friends one can see that, to each comes a desire of common, to each do we look for return.

 

 When the return becomes common does it become love.

 

To each is born selfishness in love, to each does that become the common. This is the thorn that protects the beauty of love the thorn of self.

 

In love we see many things even the reason for fate.