Just Love

Not a love for people
But a love of what they do
To watch their every movement
And the things that will ensue
Not to need connection
But a draw to have a hand
In learning every detail
Of what no one understands
Not a love of man
But an amazement at each hair
That curls upon each blessed head
For eyes so prone to stare
Only truly wishing
To observe the race of men
Not a love for people
But the love of loving them