Untitled (yet) - a poem by Matt Ryan Carroll
Humanity is becoming hypocrisy.
We covet the lives of our sisters and brothers,
seeking to be handed the life which they have rightly earned
by the sweat of their brow and the work of their hands.
We ask to be loved by another,
To be handed the fullness of a concept most of us have not yet learned,
To be granted, as if by a genie, an intimate connection that most of us are less than prepared to return,
Because it is a commitment the depth of which most of us donâ��t even truly understand.
Love is the story that two spend a lifetime writing together -
One that, if true, is filled with new beginnings that have no end.
And we cannot begin to pretend we know how to be lovers,
Until we know what it means to be a true best friend.
Love is a gift freely given, because it is needed.
It is a slap in the face of another to turn it,
Into something frivolous, to dangle,
To give love, and take it away freely, as though it were something conditional, and your lover must earn it.
Real love can never be earned!!!
- April 9, 2011
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