Selfish love
I love you for me
But it's not for the fame
Nor for the fortune
But rather for my need
To fill my shattered heart
With something more whole
Than unbridled hate
This so selfish love
It's not for the coin
Nor for the crown
But rather for my longing
For a truly passionate embrace
An embrace that connects souls
And heals a hearts tattered remains
For my need to fill another's eyes
With love of true sincerity
Despite my thorny spine
To allow another to blossom with me
Despite our tattered souls
Oh yes, I love you for me
It is a selfish love
About the Creator
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