How Lovely It Is

How lovely it is to love

All the things I do.

I dance and sing

and in that bring

a sense that I belong.

 

How lovely it is to love

Someone who loves you back,

and makes sure you never lack

a sense that you belong.

 

How lovely it is to love

A quivering mutt from a cage-

to give after all that they have waged

a sense that they belong.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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