But it comes at a price,
My expression of love is more of profound attachment,
But I see another's actions ring cold as ice,
I've experienced others many colours from within...
In attitudes, behaviour patterns from the simple to the
extreme,
Maybe it's felt by them I'm as cold in their mirror...
yet if they knew...there's a well filled with love, respect
and empathy, encased in my casket of day to day living.
And when someone, on help given; say they're touched,
I'm humbled... overjoyed for I am touched just as much!
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