love beyond any means
so lucidly real but distance
a north star buried high
in the sky of my heart
not from a gut wrenching life
do I look up that often
but it is a fixture of my love,
given
but not readily returned
that is probably how it is
for there is no contract about it
the giving is the gift
in and of itself
the capacity to feel and give
is the miracle
in the privacy of my being
that I inwardly grow
so unexpectedly from giving
that we should all be blessed
to privately benefit
deeply, in that way . . .
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