It Is Affection Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

One who seeks affection,
Can't accept rejection.
And seldom does approach,
With this to say exposed.

One who seeks affection,
Can't accept rejection.
And seldom does approach,
With this to say most.

People look for love,
With those kisses and hugs.
But it's affection,
They wish with that connection.

People look for someone,
To fit thoughts they think of...
As a lover.
A lover like no other.

It is all about affection,
People don't confess that they need.
It is affection,
People really want but they keep...
This hidden as it sits,
Deep inside and wont admit,
It is affection...
People don't confess that they need.
It is affection...
People really want but they keep,
This hidden as it sits,
Deep inside and wont admit.

One who seeks affection,
Can't accept rejection.
And seldom does approach,
With this to say most...
It's affection,
People don't confess that they need.
It is affection,
People really want but they keep...
It alone.
With hopes one day somebody finds...
That zone.
With hopes one day they can unwind,
Those moans and groans but not to do alone.
It is affection,
People don't confess that they need.
It is affection,
People really want but they keep...
It alone.
To condone.
On their own.

So 'EFFECTIVE' is affection,
People really want but they keep...
It alone.
To condone.
On their own.
Yet so infectious is a felt affection,
That people want but wont say they need...
To condone.
And not alone,
Nor on their own.