a simple poem

she was drained
i said
'i love you - more'
'why?'
and i was stumped
'is this sympathy
or empathy?'
'don't know jaan
just feel it
love you more'
'you men are strange'

***

deeply
if you love
someone
don't you feel
their pain?
and then
don't you love
them more?
i do, i do
and admit it
unabashedly
is that strange?