If little by little you stop loving me, I will understand that's a you thing. I will not sit in a corner and debate, I will not cut my hair or redo myself. Even when I notice the subtle pull back, The things you forget intentionally, Or the areas that are left empty. Because I am not of the world. Therefore the world knows me not. Nor can it comprehend or understand The ways of the Creator. I will still grow Like the water lily If little by little the world stops loving me.