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He wanted to be wanted, but he saw

the reasons everywhere he wasn’t so;

and could not drink from where he could not draw—

but it was there, he merely didn’t know.

‘til once he want-ed and forsook his want,

He did the want, and left the want for he.

‘twas then that he could drink from the same font

that always had been there he could not see.

And after that, He never had more joy

in knowing or in being known at all.

He knew, he wanted, he was the envoy,

and he was reimbursed where’er he’d call.

Want not for more desire from more men,

but give it out and bid your need amen.

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I have a lot of love for those who share

the plot of earth with me where’er I be.

But found, once, that I wished more love was bared

by those who made their habits next to me.

‘til once I gave it up, and bared my own

(the love I had not, myself, shown, ‘til then)

and found the more I made my own love known,

the more I felt it from them back again.

And not a lot of deeds changed, only mine,

but I could feel their hearts more than before.

It is a strange and invisible line

that opens up appreciation’s door.

But generosity is the key’s name

that gives away your love and bares the same.