To know
you are loved
And yet
to live without accepting that
To be held,
felt with passion
And yet
to not respond back
To have
a lover’s entwining arms
And yet
to be aloof of that
To be touched,
caressed as the precious one
And yet
to hold your urge back
To be the one
who was to be the life partner
And yet
to be the one who never was
To be there
with everyone
And yet
to wish for that silent back...
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