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How love is shown I always know
of something else;
That monotone of I alone is what
you lack
When someone's cold for no recompense
And nothing back.


Does anyone give everything I have been
The sharing of time, caringness, anything
A little that is inside your skin
But outside of its covering?


The ways! a direction of love, no mistakes
Continuation of such all these days
The same repetition I would make,
They say all things I wouldn't say.


How frequent have I been?
With love I'm in control;
The one who's out and in,
That one you would recall !