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Teaching me to Love.

How do you teach someone to love?
They sit before you: "I don't feel the way you do".
"Of course not" you say
"you have to learn to love…
You knew it as a child and lost it like a toy, 
broke it and threw it away.

Lamentations has got the better of you
It's in you hiding behind pain, spite, bitterness.
Move out slowly from the depths of the shadows
Placing one foot in the sand and then another.
Take one step at a time.

Do not expect him to be perfect
And you'll reach the shore.
She is also prone to err
Place one foot in the water, then another
Let the water wash away the tears and the accumulated pains.
Let it hold you like a wave,
Crashing the bitterness away.

Do not expect perfection
Letting the water embrace you slowly
Look up into his eyes and see, he loves you."
She holds you where no one has ever touched.

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