“Love is Kind”
“Love is Joy”
Love is Selfless.
With love, though comes its mate. Its match. Its darling.Â
And To be loved. That is ‘I.’
To be loved is greedy.
To be loved is lonely.
To be loved is desperate.Â
To be loved.
To be the center of someone’s universe.
To be the one they call first.  And last.
To be thought of.
To be treasured.
To be missed.
To be remembered
To be kissed. Not just as a kiss, but as the kiss.
To be the final lover. The final date. The final crush.
To be their ‘one and only.’Â
To be the one they can’t get over.
To be the one they gaze at and can’t look away from.
To be the one that makes them stumble over words.
To be the muse behind the painting. The memory before the poem. The spark within the book. The note that caused the song.
To be the one they lie beside when life has come and gone.
To be the one they’ll never leave.Â
To be the one who gets their love.  To be loved.
Each of us desperate.
Lonely.
Greedy.
Each wanting to be loved with the love of legends.Â
After all. . . . .Â
Love is loyal.
Love is faithful.
Love is gentle.
Love is precious.
Love sees no flaws. Love finds no faults.
Love is kind.
Love is joy.
Love is selfless.
To be loved . . . . oh . . . . to be loved.Â
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