Do you prefer being loved
or to love someone?
Both seem to me selfish unlike one would suppose about love.

And then there's the best of paradises: to love & to be loved at the same time.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could all taste it, the joy of love?

Look at me. What do you see?
Do you see someone who had lived,
someone who has enjoyed herself, someone who has all she needs?

What do you see? And even furthermore, inside me?