My love is not built for boasting.
It is not a showoff
or a sparkling diamond
treasured more for its cost
than its existence.

It knows no pride
Does not consider itself worthy
of airs and graces
sitting itself on a high shelf
far above it all.

I do not wish to postulate
or pontificate
believing my love trumps all.
Love is not for shameless confessing.
It is a blessing.


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