When sorrow turns to anger, thought fades away.
I always thought I loved you. But not today.
Simple physical love is the highest form of love;
Fret and worry added, is love we define as love.
Insult—the source of pain—drives love away.
Love has no insult. But you insulted me today.
Afraid to lose you, my love chose to be kind.
My heart chose to love. Love opened my mind.
Physical love is heaven; there is nothing bad
About carnality, but socially, comparison is sad
When desire, measured by hot embraces per week,
Shames us, whether we speak or don’t speak.
Our desires were slightly unequal. This insulted me.
Love dreams its love mathematically.
What you remember loving, you tried to love that day.
Your memory was off. So love faded away.