Your love is interesting.
It keeps me around simply because
It’s unfamiliar, different,
Not like my own love.
My love is serious and intense.
My love is all-consuming, all-giving,
My love wakes me up in the morning and soothes me to sleep at night.
My love stands behind my lover and dares him to love me more.
My love kneels before my lover and begs him to love me more.
My love makes it hard to get out of bed in the morning and cries me to sleep at night.
My love is my pain because it assumes my lover’s pain.
People blink at the brilliance,
Wince at the sharpness,
Reject the abrasiveness,
Of my love.
But your love is interesting.
By Yvette Downs