Expectations colossal
We have from our loved ones
Sometimes even more than we deserve
More than the other one is agreeable to accept
Like you covet
That you are the only satisfying means for other
Like your happiness is pleasure of other
And your sadness is excruciating for other
But don’t we expect too much
Aren’t we all just humans?
Who are born alone, live alone, and die alone
Who himself can give the best satisfaction to
Themselves
But what about love than
About the trust we cultivate in others
Aren’t we expected to even expect that much?





