In Search of True Love

What true love is in essence
I had no clue
And I explored on and on
Till I happened to meet you…
You inspired me
To toil long and hard
And I wore myself out
Trying to gratify you

You flooded my life
With opportunitues galore
Expecting the best out of me
Till then I had been so sure
That true love
Is all about acceptance and not
About metamorphosing the other
Had I been deluding myself?

It now seems imperative
That I should be really worth it
In order for me to remain
As the object of your affection
I should trade my heart and soul
And earn your love
Which now appears materialistic
And absolutely conditional

Faced with reality
I had little choice
But to stretch myself
Beyond reasonable boundaries
Until I suddenly realized that
I have been living on the edge
Is this what true love is all about?
I wonder… and will perchance ponder for ever.