Does
it mean you love me more
If
you carry on being yourself
Aware
of my presence
But
not bothered by it;
Or
the acknowledging my being there
By
giving me the reaction,
You
know I seek.
Does
it mean you love me more
If
you demand from me what you want;
Or
then rather choose to do
What
you think I would like.
Does
it mean you love me more
If
you continue being yourself
Knowing
that I would understand;
Or
the change those parts of your being
That
you know, I don’t approve of.
Does
it mean you love me more
If
you involve me in all you do;
Or
then leave me to my own devices
Believing
that I would call you
If
I needed you.
Or
then does it mean
That
love just exists
And
it is you or I
That
give it meaning
Or
then, unwittingly,
Snatch
it away.
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