This is your love letter

For better

Or for worse

As the case might be

 

It doesn’t matter

Don’t you see

The complete redundancy

Of examining to extremity

The weight of that random possibility

That you may not after all

Love me

 

My dear, if you must

Choose only to trust

The grumble in your gut

That you’d choose me over

But

For my raging insurgency

And this curious tendency

To be so jarringly me

 

You have a point there, I see

 

But my dear, if you must

If only to resettle the dust

Helpless with love

Subject to lust

Abdicate present will

To find out if I love you still

You’ll forgive me

You’ll see

 

The blinding transparency

With which

I switch

 

And remain as always,

Your Oddest Oddity.