I love you,
and it's no concern of yours.
Without pre-conditions,
or regard for our flaws.
I cut the strings of hope,
I ask for nothing back,
True giving unconditionally,
No demands broken, or stacked
upon this love I give,
preference is not imbued.
No response to receiving,
or ever fulfilled anew.
This giving doesn't feel good,
it transforms and unites.
An expression of our nature,
not bestowed to excite.
From a natural state of being,
I'm your ocean and your shore,
I extend this love to you,
and it's no concern of yours.
P B Shelley (I think)
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