sonnets

i could write volumes of sonnets
on the fierce love that cat feels for the tap
the way she cherishes
and bends
and needs it

She rubs her face against it
The way she does with me
Or her dad
Like it could love her back

i wonder if all love is like that:
one-sided

Maybe the true victory is when
It is mutually simultaneous:
You both love unreservedly and one-sidedly
Just at the Same Time.

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