Direct And Selective

I had been reprimanded, When I spoke of my love. When I exposed my love. When I stripped bare with it! And offered to take them to heights, Of ecstasy. I wanted to express... A closeness only I wanted, Them to feel from me. Wishing this to never end. I thought I had discovered... Something cherished and valued within. And today... When I am cordial with my greetings. Firm with a handshake and no hug at all... I hear the whispers saying, 'Why does he 'think' he is so much better, Than the rest of us? Who does he believe he is? ' And overhearing this... I from them feel, Even more distanced. I never sought to find 'who' it is I AM. THAT I am 'always' willing to share. But I've learned to become more... Direct and selective!