Unconditional

Unconditional

He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me ...

How many poor little flowers have we distressed in our lives?

Petal after petal we peeled away, eager to reach the final one
as if it carried the answer to our burning question,
That if our object of our attention, paid any attention back at us.

Silly little games we used to play.

Unknowingly,
we still play those silly games today.

Seeking outward for approval.
Seeking outward for love.
Seeking outward for joy.

Why

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