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Your love for me
Was unconditional …
On the condition
That my grasp was never too tight
Or lasted too long at any given time -
That the air in your lungs
Could move freely
And was always yours
And yours alone.
On the condition
That I spoke only the truth
But only the truth you wanted to hear,
And keep the other truths,
The real truths, the ones that mattered,
Locked inside of me
So that they never entered your ears.
On the condition
That I was everything you wanted
And noting you did not -
Despite our differences,
Despite the things you fell in love with
Because they were me
And me alone.
On the condition
That I was always there
But could be masked from view
Whenever I was not needed
Or wanted -
Blending into the background
That you created for me.
On the condition
That my love for you was unconditional;
Never a question asked
Or a demand made.
That it survived all the conditions
Of the unconditional love
You had for me.
© Cynthia M. Piromalli
©2003 StoriesByEmail.com
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