Love is a word.

.

.

Love is a word.

Stop throwing it at me.

Eliza Doolittle demanded

that your feelings

Show.

Why is it that is too much to ask

of the men I know?

If you make plans,

keep them.

If you disagree,

don’t argue with me.

Don’t kick me when I’m down,

so to speak;

mourning is not your time

of opportunity.

Stop telling me about my

perfect gifts

and thoughtfulness;

think up some of your own.

Better yet,

give of  yourself

so I may cherish

you

and your spirit:

reassurance,

laughter,

care and affection–

simple things

show

you know me

and understand

Love.

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