If you could care,
The Dilemma in you to be suffering Of Mine,
Not that I would not try,
My presence, to you, would feel otherwise,
My care would seem irritation,
My touch would feel poking,
My check would feel taunting,
Having the right to react, you may,
But, we won't go the right way.
Though, Another way do exist,
Only if you let yourself see beyond,
Refracted view of your teary eyes,
That relations are counterintuitive,
A constant battle between logic and love.