When You Do Choose To Love Me Poem by tinashe severa

When you do choose to love me
love me not like your dear life
but as your wife
for life ends only in death

Do not love me like money and wealth
money is like a prostitute
it sleeps in the hands of many men
today we might have it
tomorrow we might not

When you do choose to love me
do not love me like your shadow
and expect me to follow you around
and answer at your every whim like a chained slave
departing from your presence
leaving you to your own means by night time

Do not love me like your mother
and expect me to fuss over you like a child
you are the father of my sons

When you do choose to love me
do not love me like yourself
for in the company of drunkards
you lose yourself

Do not love me like a flower
free for all bees
which dries up and rots at the end of spring

Love me my husband
like the spirit of death
When it desires you
nothing can stand in its way