It Is Your Face Again

it is your face again that i first see this morning and i ask myself
did i not tell myself and decide for once to forget this face
that i cannot really love? oh, something inside you insists, look, look again carefully you love this face, this face that you see this morning
why do you deny it? why do you deny that you love this face and that you cannot resist it?

why do you deny that you can also love something so wrong?