Do you see me?

Do you see me? Through the haze of propaganda, Through one-sided morality, Can you sense my presence? Do you feel me? Do you hear my heart crying for you, My desperate glance, within that view? Or are you numb? Do you like me? Am I even worth your time? I have no reason and no rhyme That would support it. Do you love me? For that matter, do I love you? “What is love?” – good question, too. I think I do. Mark Burton Wednesday, February 22, 2006, 5:39 P.M.