I know I do not love you properly
I do not greet you at the door with open arms
I do not cover your face with kisses
I do not declare my love daily
I know you want to see me nice and unselfish
But I don’t want to share my entrée
I want to take my time eating the succulent dessert
I want to drink my wine while I smoke a cigarette
For years you have striven
T o elicit from me a loving response to your constant questions
I cannot handout small pieces of my heart
Rather I love you always, no doubts
Like a boulder whose roots go deep in stony soil
I am set in my ways,
Smiling when I am happy, crying when I’m sad
I like to sleep on my side of the bed
Not on the quarter you leave me when you roll to the middle
I don’t give you gilded coins
It’s not because I do not love you, but because I do
I do not want to give you the fake, but rather the real
To love the way I do
