To love or to be loved

I think I was made to love, not to be loved.
I’ve loved people so deeply that they could ever return the favor.
I have adored bodies that have tolerated mine just to hold them when it got dark and they needed warmth.
I am not bitter because, in a world that is hard, I have been soft to people who needed it the most.
I wonder, will I ever be loved in the same way I have loved?
What if I was made to put flowers into peoples lives, and paint smiles on faces when they needed some light?
No matter what happens, I will always believe in love because of the way I’ve seen myself love other people so damn much.