What if?
What if my life’s work was to make you know,
beyond all doubt – so you woke each morning
with the certainty, and carried it around
all day with you, laying it casually
on a café table, or hugging it fiercely
to your skin, according to your mood
or need – that you were loved?
And what if, in accomplishing that task,
I too received all I could ever ask?
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