The air was crowded by balloons.
Like a confession of love
from someone who could waste it.
Spend it endlessly.
Who possesses that much love?

I have seen a lot of love.
The kind of love that stays still
and bears when I'm difficult.
Love that gives me back
what I don't deserve.

Love,
that we talk about,
wish for,
look for.
Love that we cannot fulfill,
but yearn for.