the love in me and you.

Funny is, that as many times as I joke of why anyone wouldn't love me,

I have always been there to love anyone (whoever I can, whoever it may be),

yet I have never asked to be loved back.

All my life no matter how much in need of love I was or "asked" for,

I have learnt and always did I realise, I never have.

How much love is there initially or left in me?

Being enough that it is still present to be given and giving.

Shall your every breath and soul be taken away when the love runs out?

Has it or will it ever? If it never will or does, then you have died and lived so many lives-

Just to give and to take to the point it is all taken away,

before you are resurrected to continue this never ending circle that only ends when you do.

Perhaps, when I literally do.

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Does love knows how love looks?

Is it why it is so blind?

Does love, loves itself enough or does it just love loving?

Is that how it is considered blind?

Could be that indeed love is everything money can't possibly buy.

Love, the only thing you cannot make sense of knowing love itself is the sense in us.

We live our whole lives misunderstanding if not lucky enough to be the ones to believe,

that it is in fact comprehendible if you let yourself understand.

//

I fell in love with a person whose name translates to 'love'.

And if I were to say, if so, I have fallen in love with myself a bit more.

As I am too, the love I speak of.

And the love I so lovingly love.

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How could I not love him when I am him, and he is me?

Yet we are we; he is still he as I am still me.

-riri-