As a young man in love,
I was selfish.
I walked with you,
I shared food,
I slept with you,
It was my insatiable thirst;
I desired,
I needed to quench,
At any cost,
For my survival.
My being with you.
Now, being older,
That
Which I do
Out of love,
I do for you.
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