Underserved Love

Let me tell you what’s in my heart

Those things that bear down upon me

And never give me peace

Of guilt and worry

That I do not deserve the purest form of your deepest love

Of dread that one day you shall pay

For this feeling for one another and be most dismayed

At how it could all have come to this.

Let me tell you what’s in my heart

O lover of life and giver of all

I cannot hope but for you to find

A worthy soul for all the gifts

That you can so wonderfully bestow

And for that worthy soul to see what I see;

A majestic man who can love with infinite capacity

A being who could melt the heart of any woman of worth

if he so much as bestowed half his love upon her

A gentleman who could do no harm

But who knows how to love completely

A worthy and challenging feat for most

But not for Him who is blessed.

And a soul who can reach out from afar

To another without as much as a caress,

And yet who can touch and be touched

As though by magical means

Those who seek that purest of love

So very rare as to scare the feint hearted

Those who want to know the depth of love

So often elusive but well regarded,

Those who wish for a mate for life

Such dedication and loyalty

Difficult to see in the mist of life,

And yet his natural love holds the promise of all these things

And can give that and more to one who is worthy

And would dare call out to him in her dreams.

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