Parasites

It's a pity,
an act of forbearance,
how, in love, must the giver,
bear anguish, beyond tolerance,

It's a shame,
an act of contempt,
when the worth of true affections,
is a life drenched in abasement,

But, 
why must the taker care?
We breathe midst the parasites,
Lover flourishes,
Until the last drop,
bequeathing fares.......

(c) S.S 




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