No one's good at love except for babies
Love's Innocence Lost: A Reflection on Adult Affection
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Love turns to anguish as hurt turns to language
Love transforms into pain as injuries transform into spoken words
The misunderstanding is stitched in the cloth
Misunderstandings are ingrained in our experiences
The clothes God gave us, they're toothened to save us
The garments given by God are rugged, providing protection
There's holes in the pockets where the talents are lost
There are deficiencies in the places where our abilities are stored
No one's good at love except for babies
No one is inherently skilled at love, except for infants
It's a survival skill you lose with time
Love, as a survival skill, diminishes with the passage of time
You might love books or boats or films or football, baby
Whether it's books, boats, films, or football, these are all skills important for survival when shared with children
They're all survival skills when children bond
Various interests become survival skills when forming bonds with children
There was no garden when I was a child
In childhood, there was no ideal paradise, so I learned from the dangers and unpredictability of life
So I learned what was edible from the toxic and wild
I acquired knowledge about what's edible from the hazardous and untamed
Now I sow seeds, now I pull weeds, now I pay tithes
Now I engage in nurturing and cultivating, demonstrating devotion through tithes
Though the Lord prefers my brothers
Despite my efforts, divine favor may lean towards my siblings
No one's good at love except for babies
Similar to earlier, nobody excels at love except for infants
It's a survival skill you lose with time
Love, as a skill, tends to fade away with the passage of time
You might love trucks or trees, the moon or music, maybe
Whether it's trucks, trees, the moon, or music, these are crucial skills when forming connections with children
They're all survival skills when children bond
Diverse interests become vital survival skills when establishing bonds with children
No one's any good at love except for babies
Nobody is truly adept at love, except for infants
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