There are those that we will love 

From our unrestrained nature  

Who seem obtuse to love’s value  

Whether it is by choice or makeup  

And these loved ones may hurt us 

In multiple fashions of rejections 

Some will pay love no mind at all 

As if it is merely just another day    

Others notice but remain quite  

Intending to evade any mention  

Either way, we feel it down deep 

And it remains until we move on  

If- our love is not unconditional  

Then who is really hurting… Who?  


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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