If it is believed,
The life you live is in need...
Of more love.
More joy and happiness to get.
And you sit beset with those expectations,
Adding to cross off a list...
Preferences that disappoint,
Wishes dreamed but when they arrive...
You determine they don't quite fit,
To accomodate those expectations you await.
If, in fact...
You know anything about love at all,
The giving with a feeling to do and not inspect...
Is love.
Although upon receiving of it,
Many 'assume' they must be impressed...
Before they make a decision,
With whistles and bells and delusions met...
To meet and greet an accepted approval,
Of a love to wish but for them not to get.
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