I’ve believed, very wholeheartedly

In truth, I still do so, authentically

In all those that I’ve come to love

Even to the perils of my betterment

As I also came to fully comprehend

By many of trials, errors, and scars

I need not love all- of their actions

To love who I felt they really were       

Childishly- as cynics often portray     

To love witnessed vulnerabilities

Love me- however briefly it stayed           

To honestly love is to gift yourself

All you are, even if a humiliated face   

Or acquiescing… to being discarded  


Poet of the Light © 2022

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