I always wanted to love her

but never dared.

I would have crushed her like a bug

like an acorn

like a small gentle thing

beneath my barbaric paws.

She could hardly withstand the fate

that boulders suffered

how could such a smooth and shiny surface as her

survive my cruelty?

She would be better without me

better to be with one more like her

one who speaks her language

one who lives her ways.

I wish I could love her

but I dare not.