As I am,
Unadorned
You take me.
Unnoticed, unloved
You receive me.
The very essence
Of who you are
Draws me close,
Closer to who made me.
Even if I push away
I look around still able
To see your handiwork.
No, you are not far away,
Distant and cold
You come close
To those you love
As oxygen is to fire
So your love is to me.
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