Here I am

The one who's always hidden

Under the bowed head
Below the lowered eyelashes
Behind the large frame glasses
Inside the cloak of cheerfulness
Beneath the jovial socialite.

The one who loved and needed Love
And found herself halfway.

For Love is not a circle gift
Given with required return.

Like grits, it just is.
It just comes.

If I love you so you love me
That's a transaction.

Love is a gift.

And so, today, without any expectation

I give you what I have hidden.
I give you what I have protected.
I give you what others have tried to hurt.
I open my heart

And give you Love.
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