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Subservient

To the world I look like an idiot falling in love with someone that barely acknowledges my existence. To them, I'm scheming and planning to be something more than I am, at least in their eyes. They see it like some task, where one does whatever it takes to finish in time, beating others to a prize they seem fit- a person.

For the world, it is easy to recognize objectification of the body, it is the heart they hear not, and well, see not. For the one you think I'm trying to win has a soul too, one that you actively demean each time you think someone's futile manipulation can woo.

Has it become so hard for one to not see something as is? Is it so rare to be selfish by being selfless about something?
For yes, I do things for my beloved that most wouldn't, even when I know my dear would never hold me dear to him.
But, I do nothing out of fitful urge to satisfy my carnal demands only, as I can be selfish, yes, but only to see my beloved feel loved, for that's what I long for, to cherish my beloveds' beauty.

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