We want to be loved.
We all do.
No matter how alone
Our hearts aren't made of stone
From loves discomfort
We want the passion and comfort
The heart pains with disappointments
To remind us we human
And that perfection is flawed
Love is flawed
The truer it gets
It's kindly cruel
Selfishly considerate
With all other nothings
It's what the carer is
Love has a shape and size
That only my eye see
It has your shape, your size
That's why I love thee
I do not want your love
For anything from you
But I'll give you my love.
Do it as you please.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
We want to be loved.
We all do.
No matter how alone
Our hearts aren't made of stone
From loves discomfort
We want the passion and comfort
The heart pains with disappointments
To remind us we human
And that perfection is flawed
Love is flawed
The truer it gets
It's kindly cruel
Selfishly considerate
With all other nothings
It's what the carer is
Love has a shape and size
That only my eye see
It has your shape, your size
That's why I love thee
I do not want your love
For anything from you
But I'll give you my love.
Do it as you please.
It's readable from bottom up too..... I think
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