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Affirmation, they say

Lays at the fundamental core

Of what is giving and feeling love.

Affirmation, they say - the act of affirmation.

I know you.

I understand you.

I respect your flaws

And I appreciate that without them

I could love you no less than I already do.

Affirmation

Is a currency.

And I’ve found 

It’s best spent wisely -

For fear of over saturating

A market in which 

Every being that draws breath

Intends to invest.

Be selective with your love

And yet never withhold it.

Deliver it to those who have not yet come to feel it

And abstain from lending to those who already have enough.

The ego is quick to soak

And yet let pour for those

Whose withered bones

Graciously request

A small dousing of the leather

Binding the box’s drought

Within its unrequited

Treasure chest.

Douse those souls.

Especially when you see 

A pair of eyes that have forgotten

The power of true and honest intimacy.

Eyes like those are parched

And though discretion is a virtue,

For eyes like that it's best to pour.

Pour until they can drink no more

Or pour until there is nothing left to pour.