Love

I love you
and am blessed,
that you love me too.

For some people destiny determines,
that they stay lonely
and never love someone.

Others love someone
and are to afraid,
to do something about it.

Some people love
and loose it,
at a time

The tragedy is
when nobody,
ever comes to love you.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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