I don’t know love
I don’t know how it is to be loved
But I know how to love
Day in and day out-
Giving my all.
I am a woman, pining for love
Waiting to be touched;
To be held in your arms, to be
Kissed.
The soft murmur of your eyes-
The hoarse voice; I am only waiting.
I don’t know love
I don’t know how it is to be loved
For I am full of distortions
Queerness, you may say.
But everything I own is mine
And mine alone.
I am whole and yet incomplete
For I don’t know love.
I am a pleaser-
A sinner.
I am my own beloved
I am the betrayed.
I have joys, I have aches.
But they are all mine,
Mine alone.
I am I.
For I don’t know love
I don’t know what it is to be loved
But I know how to love______


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