Your love
was once
practically my only concern.
But I then
realized
If my life only
depended on your love,
I was a failure,
And a selfish fool.
And I was to expect more from you
than you could ever give.
For all are imperfect.
To expect you to be
the only exception,
would be wrong.
So I now embrace,
Your love,
with open arms.
But you can never be my all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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