Immunity

Each is born with a trait,

Some nurture it, promoting growth,

Others do not water it, and waste the gift God gave to them,

I do neither, yet the trait remains the same,

I understand definitions,

But the meaning, the emotions,

I must pretend and watch, then follow others, silently in tow,

 Incoherency is all I hear,

As you whisper to my ear,

Others certainly would be seduced,

Instead I must ask what you spoke,

The majority of the who am I, doesn’t bother me,

The coldness seems to act as a guardian or a shield,

If others sentiments are interpreted as they were meant,

But without feelings, I am left unknowing,

And sadness if I could hold, its voice would unfold in such a scene,

You are here, and so am I, dote you do, oh so lovingly,

But then I catch an odd notion from your eyes,

As they understand this endearing tenderness

Means nothing to me