Some are admired.
Some catch sympathy.
Some are commiserated.
And a few are really loved.
The loved ones can be all they are:
beautiful, ugly, smart, mindless, small, big.
They are not special in general,
but are special to those who love them.
Some start to look getting loved and fail.
Some do not care about getting loved and fail not.
Some suffer from not getting loved.
And a few love to suffer from getting loved.
A superior one can´t be really loved.
Neither a god or demigod.
Neither an alien one,
but someone with eyes to look in.
The loved one is the one with open soul doors.
Love to a superior one is doting love.
Love to an inferior one is control love.
And love to one at the same pitch can be life love.
Who can be loved?
Everyone.
Everywhere.
Everytime.
Absolutely nothing special needed.
No special rituals.
No special knowledge.
Just being human...
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after all this is obviously true...
Love, in all its majesty, is the only thing that can be relied upon.