The Wrong Heart Poem by Ben Noir

‎When you ask for what love should freely give,
‎And beg for the care that makes love live,
‎You may not be asking for too much
‎You may simply be asking the wrong heart to love as such.
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‎When every need becomes a plea,
‎And their bare minimum feels like charity,
‎Perhaps your expectations aren't the problem at all,
‎Perhaps you're just expecting from someone too small.
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‎So expect less and guard your peace,
‎Not every heart can give what you need with ease.
‎Sometimes, peace begins when you finally understand:
‎You were never asking too much, you were asking the wrong hand.