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روبرت Dec 2018
You have asked me to love you like you love me
How can one love anything without the "love of I"
I is for me and me only
You so loved the world so I could love myself
The winds of change scatter the feathers of my heart
Your outstretched hand catches them
Finger tickled by their softness
Your touch warms them
May I love as you love

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