My love will never be altruistic.
It won’t back down and wait devotedly,
For it to become convenient.
My love won’t put you on the pedestal.
It won’t sing songs in your honour,
And wait for you to praise it.
My love won’t delay the life I mapped,
So, you can appraise its beauty,
And decide whether it suffice.
My love will attack suddenly,
Taking your heart hostage,
And won’t allow childish compromises.
My love will inspire you to reach higher,
So, you can fully appreciate,
The unlimited cosmos it roots for.
My love will claim an ownership,
But will leave you to your business,
Since there’s much to do in its own.
My love will never be idyllic,
It will teach you the joys of cynicism,
If you’ll dare to court it.