Indian Giver

I have these thoughts, deep inside my soul,
to not pretend, to not cajole,
and yet sometimes, beyond my sight,
I find that I have, this internal fight,
I give away, looking over my shoulder,
for that return of love, of the beholder,
and if for reason, whatever that it be,
this love is not returned, not returned to me,
I take back, what first I deliver,
I guess that makes me, an Indian Giver,
for if it true, there are no strings,
its just for caring and sharing brings,
release of all, selfish thoughts and acts,
I guess I'm no closer, no depth, just facts,
to giving freely, I still must learn,
or my internal hell, will forever burn

Gomer LePoet...