Long Await Gift

I am merely a pork cutlet bowl.
Delicious in a sense
But searching for more.
I’m desperate for eros
The egg that brings out
Our true flavor
Confidence hides from me.
Fear consumes me.
I seek his approval
His love
His passion
On the ice.
And more so In my heart.

He's changed me.
Strengthened me.
But that fear still lives within me.

Will he return to the ice?
Will he return to his home?
And leave, leave me.

If I leave, the pain will only fall on me.
If I retire, the world will receive their

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