I don't know.
How to love you enough.
What does it mean to love you?
or to resemble it
But I believe I'm doing it right.
You're simply not seeing it.
You're simply ungrateful.
What more do you want?
Perhaps you are the one.
You're not loving me enough.
Before everything else,
check yourself.
Love yourself,
find yourself
Love me too.
Do you truly love me?
Do you adore me?
Else I'm in love all by myself.
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Gloria Penelope
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That was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!
Best! Love it!