How can you be so blind?
Is love to be made routine?
A morning here and an evening there,
This will not solve problems mon chère.
One is not the alarm for the morning,
One is not a child to send to bed at 8,
One refuses to acknowledge this division,
But let it be, one says.
Is love a chore? It's not
Like brushing your teeth.
Is love a habit? A development
Quite new and fading to the background.
Is your love, so real, so true,
That every small thing done in fun
Might suddenly upset you?
One is confused at your anger.
One refuses to compromise every time.
One too has an ego, even if not of your size.
One has feelings that one might not show.
One might love you, then again she might stop.
You'll never know.
