So let me love you gently from afar
Without a need to selfishly acquire
Without convincing you what I am worth
For knowing mine already is enough.

It is a given that if you were mine
That I would treat you better than the rest
But men, appreciation do not fire
It is infatuation that they crave.

So though I love you more than dignity
My dignity preserved is more than naught.
 

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