At first I loved
To be loved in return;
And when they didn’t
I became taciturn.
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Then I loved
With no hope of return;
A self indulgent
Pointless yearn.
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But now I love
Without need of return.
As there’s a purer
Love to learn.
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The love we are
Fed by media’s churn.
Is hollow, unreal
And we should spurn.