In fact, that which drives all my
tenderness,
Is to have met a human, human
whole,
Who’s made mistakes, and feels a
true distress
That every human being some way
holds;
That tempers at the world as I do
too,
That may stay low or may be
uncontrolled,
Ah yes, I love a human through
and through!
Not one who breathes out
shimmering perfection,
But one who breathes in air that
she requires,
Who learns in life and holds a
firm connection
To all the passioned things that
she desires.
As I am naught but one other
human,
I love a human all the ways I
can.
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