A Woman That Only Takes

A woman that only takes and does not give back is not truly loved by anyone in her life
Perhaps she cannot forgive anyone and maybe she will never be able to see the light
Or maybe she thinks she does not need anyone’s true love as long as she controls the night
But she could not be more wrong and only when it’s too late will she realize what she lost one day
A person like that must have never felt loved completely from head to toe as a bird in plain flight
Also such a person was never free as a bird that flies freely but instead the slave of her own evil side
A love like that just couldn’t conduct to anything valuable just pure selfish pride
Yet the poor loser capable of loving her anyways will always know true love of the highest kind
Because he truly has forgiven all errors and started pure again and again full of only delight.

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