LUKEWARM LOVE

It’s always you plus someone else.
It’s always you in addition to something else.
Your love is neither hot nor cold;
And your seesaw sayings and doings are getting old.
It’s no use to try and control you;
It’s useless to try and console you.
I love it when you’re in the moment,
And not wondering off in self-indulgence.
You give me that wicked icky feeling;
And your indifference is not appealing.

It’s always you and your freedom.
It’s always you and your burdens.
You’ll never have human affection,
But it has to be part of your correction
To perfection.
What you’ve always wanted
You will never see in this lifetime.
The assurance of acceptance you seek is not the kind
That I have in mind.
It’s not here.
And just remember your death is near.
This time you will see life for better and forever.