If & It's

Rudyard Kipling wrote a poem call if that i really like, but i also wrote a poem called it's along time ago before i even read if. so here they both are. Same format, both just as good i think. cheers.


If.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling


It's

Its about you not knowing how much you mean to me.
It's about you not knowing how much you cross my mind with in five minutes.
It's about you being so clueless to the fact that someone like me can care so much about you that its impossible for me to function.
It's about you telling your self that you could never love someone like me because it wouldnt work, but second guessing yourself because it would make you so happy.
It's about you finding yourself thinking about me the same way i think about you.
It's about you just letting go because this is right.
It's about you wanting to be loved.
It's about you loving me back.
It's about you looking out side the box for so much more.
It's about you talking to me late at night on the phone on the floor of your room until the sun comes up.
It's about you thinking about tomorrow, with me in it.
It's about you first telling your friends how much you love me, and them not approving.
It's about me telling my friends how much I love you, and them not approving.
It's about you and me not caring.
It's about you not knowing who i am and accepting it.
It's about not doing our make up our hair for each other because at the end of the day, we know who each other are.

It's about you.

It's about me.

This is love to me.