Elective Love

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Her lover has affectionate intent,
or so his playful attitude implies.
But he won’t freely pay a compliment,
or give a little gift that gratifies,
or open doors for her, or take her arm,
for he neglects the nice necessities
and wonders when she asks for them, what harm
that lack can do? What damage or disease?

And if he asked aloud, she’d answer so:
“I don’t need this for kids or revenue,
and I enjoy alone time, as you know.
This love affair’s a bonus, in my view.
And since it’s optional, it’s got to be
a benefit we each use tenderly.”

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