To love

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All the parts of my body are meant for me

My love comes from my heart

To love you is not our thing

It’s my thing

It doesn’t take us being together for our love to pull together

So if anyone wants to know

I still love everyone I have ever loved

 

The lesson I learnt about love

Is that love is free

It is not love if it’s not liberating

When I love someone

I’m not asking for a thank you

I’m not ask’n to be loved back in any way, especially not the same way

I love you because I don’t know how not to


@MufasaPoet 

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