What We Have
A Poem by Matthew Spades
Our love is deep,
Far deeper than the darkness of the ocean.
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Our love is pure,
Far purer than that of the sweetest spring.
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Our love is rare,
Far rarer than the most sought after gem.
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That is what we have,
What we are ready to give.
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That is what we own,
What we are ready to share.
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That is what we are,
What we are ready to grant.
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But rarely do we ever find the right one.
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Rarely do we ever see someone to treat us right.
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Rarely do we ever get what we deserve.
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We've been bent.
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We've been broken.
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We've been bruised.
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People like us love with all our hearts;
That is why we are scared to love again.
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We are afraid to love
and not get the love back
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We are terrified to give anything;
for we know we will receive nothing in return.
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But what frightens us the most is loving with everything that we've got,
only to get what we have taken away.
This is what we have...
Or should I say,
what we have left.