Obey
Love
is not about give-and-take, simply
because love
is not obligatory.
You made me wholly dependent on you,
made me to obey you,
because you swore,
no one else would ever
love me more.
The hint of a snarl,
the flash of anger in once-amorous eyes,
your willingness to deceive
and the clenched fist.
Don't grieve;
unconditional love exists.
Love
should be gentle and kind
A good balance between selfishness
while sharing what's mine.
Because I love you,
you don't mind;
because I love you,
we are freely intertwined
of our own wills.
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