Poet’s Corner: Sort of Love

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By Eddie Feeley

It’s ok, you don’t have to love me.

It’s enough that you put up with me.

It’d be easy for you to leave me.

But you still decide to hang around me.

And I guess that’s sort of love.

It’s ok, you don’t have to love me.

You don’t even have to sorta like me.

It’s alright if I don’t strike your fancy

But there’s a part of me that only you see.

And I guess that’s sort of love.

It’s ok, you don’t have to love me.

Even I sometimes don’t like me.

But then again only I really know me.

So there are sides of me that only I see

And I guess that’s sort of love.

And I guess that’s sort of love.

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