misunderstanding love

The lips of hers are nothing but flesh 

As diamonds are rocks 

As a dollar is paper 

What meaning is value  without one who gives it 

When lover meets maker 

When sinner meets taker 

her lips are priced as rice in famine 

Value resides no not in a thing 

But created inside the mind of a being 

I utter I love you, but what good does that do 

The passion equate, but for me it is true 

I know not feelings but mine 

You have yours to that I am blind 

Nor any 2 lives have ever seen through 

Not double of pairs but eyes single as two 

You lack to look out of my eyes 

or walk in my shoes 

So feelings exchanged are never equal