Loving Poem by June Stepansky

Loving



They will love me
if I speak
what they want to hear.
They will love me
if I become
their vision of me.
They will love me
if they can be
my Pygmalion
and I their Galatea.

They don’t think
they demand much.
They only ask
that I give up
Myself.

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