So urgently you give love,
so earnestly you show love, and in return
you ask so little: only that I accept 
your love.

You do not ask how best to love me.
You do not ask if I want your love at all.
It goes without saying that I want your love — 
of course I want your love!

It goes without saying that you get no answer — 
you seek no answer.
You need no answer.
Of course, you do not ask.

You are committed to me.
You are committed to your love
and your love bears down 
hard upon me

and friendship
and hope
are crushed
by the weight of love’s expectations,

when love should expect nothing at all.

Originally published at blindrapture.blogspot.com on June 12, 2016.

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