froglover2424
Keen on him was she.
Not so keen on her was he.
She and he needn't be.
Yet keen on love were we.
Therein lies my problem, you see.
For however keen on me be she, keener on him is me.
when one pours oneself into another person, they fill, contort and take the shape of their chosen vessel. That trust they put in their vessel of choice is one of silent acknowledgement. Do not force me into an unwanted shape, and I will fill you with my every modicum.