Without Expectation

Love is indeed a gift, bestowed
We get it every now and then, we always do
Though some complained, they never do!
Cause it isn't what they have expected
Just not the way they have thought it is.

Love is a gift, we get at all occasions
Sometimes it is wrapped beautifully, we are amazed
But sometimes rather plain, not so impressed
Yet, it is a freely given gift
But it doesn't seem to meet expectations
Nor meet the eyes of our perspective.

Even if love does come and stay
A gift we hold so dearly and close to our heart
But as many great poets said, and as many would say
Don't have too much expectations, and changes are inevitable
Surely, are we meant to stay glued to the seat and watch
Watch so helplessly as things go astray and ruined before our eyes
When we know, we could make changes but not know the consequences
Shall we not take the risk to be honest, or shall we cowardly be laid back
Knowing it is everyone's mistakes, we learnt and yet we made now.

Did we take it so literary "Without expectations"
Let love comes and goes, as it is willed by destiny
Or when it comes, we shall embrace it without our might
With every knowledge gained, we should improve
Beyond the expectations of "mistakes"
That will cause love to cease and wither so sadly
OR
Should it be "Without expectations"
Is we shall not be over ambitious of perfection
That we require drastic changes unnecessary
Especially in comparison to others, that caused despair
That it is not the effort to improve
But to a degree it impaired love that is already so beautiful.

We don't love to be loved
We love to love
Without expectations.