What It Should Be

If I could love you differently
know I would most assuredly;
you bring out the best in me
to be the most that I can be.

No mistake that you could make;
my faith in you could shake.
Is not love just give and take
and being there each day we wake?

You give me rest, I give you rest
at least I find that best.
Love is no more a daily test;
than some insuperable conquest.

When I need you; you are there
if I do the same is this not fair?
And we know how much we care
so no one here need feel despair.

Perhaps it's not for us to know
why love changes as we grow;
as it can be high, it can be low
yet if it's real it will show.

What it should be? What it is-
he is my friend and I am his.

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A.K.A. Butch. I have been writing poetry from the time I was fifteen years old and I had a few published over the years. I'm now fourty-eight years old and I have been HIV positive for half my life. I have come close to death many times, for too many reasons to explain. Writing is the one true thing and I find great pleasure in the doing. I am a happy man who uses poetic license as an excuse for awful punctuation and spelling. I would like to wish peace, love, and happiness to all. Thank you, and many thanks to my mom and dad for the genes that keep me feeling and looking twenty years younger.