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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.
