Maybe I am wrong on this,
but then again, . . .
are you listening, dear?
. . . darling, you have a
problem with relationships
because you cannot
tell the difference
in love and lust.

I may love you and put up with
all that you dish out . . .
but not like you
a damned bit at times.
I may be so intensely attracted
or addicted to you
that I can think of nothing else
but the next time we will be lovers.

I speak of love;
it is too easy to speak of lust.
Even in my intensity
I am a refuge,
and you will come to me in lust,
until you finally learn
what love is from me . . .
because I do want you.

Are you listening, sweatheart . . .
are you really listening now?
Hold me close
and love me . . . .
In all the world, I may be
the only one to truly love you,
and your heart has begun
to recognize this . . . .