Who knew it would take so much work, that
It would be a daily, moment-to-moment
Decision to love... to be in love and in turn
Allow someone to love me and all my warts.
I want to love my love's warts too... he has had
A hard time allowing me to - for fear of
Public
Displays of
Affection...
I kind of get it... I don't want anyone being
Voyeuristic, if you will, but I certainly don't
want to be left holding my own hand or the
Bag with my heart in it that gets snatched by the
Local bad boy who goes about smashing hearts...
Oh, the pain, and the rapture that love provides.
I have flown high on its chemical that has
Held me hostage and I have wanted to kill
Because of this same chemical... reaction.
And react - I do - to not being loved the way
I had hoped: with flowers, candy and little notes of
"I love you."
"You light up my life."
"You make me whole."
To carry on... do I need these?
I know I need honesty, affection, and
Good old fashioned laughter... love, too,
Obviously... for mine to last.
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