The lovers

See them holding hands and smiling,

Their fit healthy bodies

Buzzing

With that Union

Of energy

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Their smiling faces

Full of expression

That neither sees,

Nor needs to see,

But lifting the spirits of

A passing stranger

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I am loved as

In turn I love,

But am very rarely

A lover!

Only,

Do I seek to be.

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Mostly,

I must draw my energy from

The satisfaction

Of strangers.