|Sorry for being a jealous cow|
And not trusting you.
Love should move me to believe
That what you say is true.
If I love you, I respect
Your character and word.
To love someone and live in fear
I see now is absurd.
But it was love that made me fear,
A selfish, steel-hard love
That twists itself around itself
To chain what it should move.
A love of desperate need, not joy,
Of codicils, not song.
A love that grasps instead of gives,
Most weak when it's most strong.
So please forgive my lack of trust;
I know much better now.
My love for you will not again
Make me a jealous cow.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon