Part I—Intention Expressed

When light peers my vision—you enter my mind;
This I tell you in gift: a pocket love song.
Forever I’ll sing words to shower you kind,
Like though far I feel, for your body I long.

Attention I’ll pay you while passing my day,
Though busy the world, I’ll become not content
To presume you’ll understand what I say
Instead I’ll care to express what I meant.

Blast! This seems so severely demanding
(I doubt you foolishly trouble yourself)
but since words are often palavering
why feign falsely that it means something less?

In my mind, you’re here when first I greet the day
and again come night, though you’re so far away.

Part II—Passive Aggressivity Sadly Takes Reign

Pay me attention all throughout the day,
And when the world’s busy, be not confused
Assure me my place won’t be taken away
Otherwise smiling, inside I’ll feel used.

I fear this makes me seem too demanding
(at the very least, so to myself)
but since it is truly what’s happening
why feign falsely it is something else?

When light first appears, you are on my mind,
This I see appreciated in your feeling strong
My mission I carry on to shower you in kind
But I lack confidence, for emotion I long.

Darling, am I there when first you greet the day?
And then again come night? Lover, will you stay?