Love is when want eclipses need.
Look my cats position themselves around the dish to feed—
Much fighting occurs. We need to be fed.
We don’t need to take the prettiest person to bed.
All the cats will eat, though the bold may get to the bowl first.
Say what you will about love, not eating is far worse.
I am not food. You will not eat me.
If you love me, I return, completely.
I will always be here, making other choices
Look bad. The harmonizing voices
Of a choir surpass need and want;
They sing of me, the beautiful,
Which you don’t need, but oh you want.