Stillness

Looking back at her.
She is looking back. Is she?
Yes, but not completely.

I am full of that,
that,
I am full of love, of it,
of kindness.

That is something different.
Kindness is happiness,
is happiness, is kindness, the same?

The same is her and of her,
love is her still.
I love her still.
Stillness I love, her stillness,
her coldness,
I love her still,
but I can't.

I do
but,
miserably I cannot.

She is happy,
kindess,
in love.

And I too, am in love.