Not feeling you're being loved enough
Yet always doubting the love you're given
You start to wonder what love is for
And if you're lovable at all
Is there a right to be loved
And a right kind of love
To be loved with
Where is its source
In us or is it a gift
You're born with
A flare you have for it
Or else you wrestle
A whole life to let
It in let it accomplish
All it strives for
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