I Don'T Know Love Poem by Monica Paris

Here I am once again...
and I must face the fact that I know so little of true love.
I thought it meant respect, tenderness, thoughtfulness
and a balance of taking and giving.
Growing and learning together...
honesty and trust,
No, I guess I really don't know love at all.
Is there really a forever kind of love?
Only one person to be faithful to?
I have so much to learn....
now knowing truly how little I know of love...
for I gave mine away like a cheap gift.
This I allowed upon myself...
and all because I know so little of love.