Discontent
I am host to a contention,
It is one of unspoken word,
I give my time, thought, and affection,
Yet, remain wanting in return.
Perhaps my desire is too much for one to handle,
For a scale only has two arms;
Should one side bear one-thousand pounds,
Below still sits the longing heart.
Silently I will carry on,
I have not the courage to speak,
Dare I push the one I have,
Chance may leave me broken, lone, and weak.
Fortunately I find solace,
Derived from one single thought;
What I give is valued high above others,
And yours sold for bargain, a fraction of the cost.
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