Wrapped Up

I do not take back anything. The words,
The visits, love itself, they all were gifts
I gave to her, and I felt then as I do now
They were what she deserved. She is a
Rare and precious woman, one I'd hoped
Would learn to love me. She could not,
And I am sorry, but I sought no quid
Pro quo. I gave with no thought of
Receiving. What she got were gifts.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-22 at 13:06

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