Some say finding Love is a dead thing
That no one really wants
They dream a dream
and wonder if
Their worth
is real enough to flaunt
We've forgotten that Love
is non-transactional,
That Love is freely given
But we make a list
Or check a box
What sad world we live in
What I want
has no price
It doesn't exist
On a list
All I want
Is you, just you
And all that exists
Within.
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