Under lock and key

Love, in it’s most pure form, is unselfish.
It is happiness found in another human’s accomplishments.
It is unhappiness in another person’s folly.
The Lover wants the Beloved to exceed and to excel.
love is intangible
but worth more than anything your hand can hold.
Regardless of the cost to themselves, the lover loves.
She cherishes the faults her beloved exudes.
She sees the meaning just below the surface of what is said,
and sighs
Acceptance is the key to love.
Intolerance is the lock.
Love does not necessarily
have to be reciprocated.
It must only be accepted.
And tolerated.
And when it is,
there is love.

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