Lute

Why, then, is my love unhappy?
Do I not listen to your anecdotes at the end of the day?
Am I not affectionate when you seek my comfort?
Would I ever refuse an invitation to walk in the summer light hand in hand?
Oh my love, please don’t fret with me.
I am mesmerized by you, don’t be hard on me.
You have my love, don’t you see?
How many others would want such a fickle thing!
You mustn’t think so waywardly.
I covet your sweet sentiments,
like a cold and iced libation on a scorching afternoon.
But perhaps even I will lose my thirst in time… ?

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