My love…

My love have I given it to you freely, but you say that it is not enough.

My love have I shown you, but you say you see it not.

My love have I lain at your feet, but you kick it away as if it were rubbish.

My love have I carried to our bed, but you roll away as you grab your pillow.

My love have I offer all that I am, still I must offer you my soul.

My love have I dutifully cared for you, yet my commitment to you is none existence I am told.

My love have I exclaimed to all, but will not hear the words of love in return.

My love is just pushed aside as if it never existed; maybe, just maybe you are ashamed of my love for you.

My love…

Written 3rd Jul 09, in this Desert Sand of Afghanistan.

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