There once was a girl
who loved more than enough,
she loved books,
running, playing,
laughing, dancing,
writing, she loved life
with all her heart.

But she did not receive enough love
in return.
She received berating commands,
harsh, disapproving looks,
not enough love for a little girl.

There is now a girl
who loves not at all.
not her books, running,
certainly not playing, laughing,
dancing, or writing.

She works to the bone,
hoping, wishing, praying,
for the love she no longer has,
but craves.
The way flowers crave the sun,
a diva craves the spotlight,
a child attention.
With pleading eyes,
and a proud smile,
she presents herself,
but yet,
the looks remain,
the commands more stern,
her smile falls,
her eyes darken.

The love does not come,
she must learn to love for herself,
but how does one attempt this
persistent fate,
when they are not shown it?