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True Love

I see people struggling to find love
From others.

I see people struggling to give love,
To themselves.

I see people struggling to see love,
For all the world's worth.

I see young children,
Just like me,
Who are so lost.
Abandoned but not,
Only loved as if a single silver coin
In a group of gold jewelry.
Many seem to forget,
That the biggest treasure
Isn't common,
But is rather rare.
True love.

Love isn't just,
"Oh hey, I love you. Be my lover?",
And somebody responding with a "yes".
True love
Is seeing lie for truth
And truth for lie.
True love
Is appreciating every flaw you come across,
Whether it's in a plant or a person
Or an object,
Or a memory,
And continuing to accept them
and cherish them.
Love for family and friends
Love for pets and animals and nature
Love for what you do and don't have
Love for the things we all share.

Love some people don't earn
Love some people deserve but don't receive.
Love to people who can't love themselves
And love to the people who do.

Love to the people who read
Love to the people who play
Love to the people who succeed
Love to the people who fail
Love to people who don't know who are they are
Love to the people who do
Love to the people who are wise
Love to the people who are not
Love to the people who are precious
Love to the people we all appreciate.

Because that can be anybody and everybody.

From the dog walker you passed on the street
Or the beggar pleading for help to survive,
To the man smoking sadly
And to the woman who struggles to raise her children.
From the little black bird sitting on the fence
To the flower starting to wither in winter's rage.
From the teacher who teaches
To the players who play.

We can't always give love,
Neither can we receive infinitely.
But we can love,
Even if just a bit.

October 15th 2018