Money In The Grave

If I buy you a gift and you don’t use it, I can’t get mad at you. Throw it away. Regift it. Lock it away in a junk closet. How can I be upset if it is not your style, shape, or fit? The same is true of love. How can I be angry if you reject my love? Should that stop me from letting MY love loose? It can only put more goodness out there. So do I recycle it? Repair it? Reduce it? Or is my love simply money in the grave? Useless to everyone. I guess my love can just be the one you want to hear from the most, but never do.

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