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I Want True Love

I want someone to want me
Like a blind man wants to see;
To want to be with me
Like a slave wants to be free;

To desire my affection,
My kisses and my hugs,
Like a poor man to some silver,
Like and addict to his drugs.

I want someone to cherish me
Like a potter does his clay;
Like a thirsty man would cold water
On a dry and heated day;

To adore me like a painting,
Mona Lisa if you will,
Like the ceiling of a chapel,
Like a mansion on a hill.

More precious than pure gold,
More than diamonds it’s rare;
A feeling so strong and lasting
It’ll make cupid start to stare.

Only Venus could have known
Of this emotion I’m speaking of:
A sincere sense of fondness.
I want true love.