Chores for love

How the only person I've ever been able to love would have me do chores in order to be able to visit them for an hour. We loved eachother, but it wasn't fair to me.

Every day at 6 o'clock 

At your door I would knock

Greeted with a warm smile

After my drive of a mile

As time went on , I'd come to your door

In order to stay, I'd have to do a chore

I worked away almost every day

Because someday It wasn't supposed to be that way

At the end of the hour

My mood would sour

Because then I would have to go home

I worked to lighten your load

In hopes one day we would grow old

Every visit filled with chores

Any time I would walk through that door

A labor of love

For my angle from above

I love you

So any chore I would do

Did you love me though? 

After a year of working me, you told me to go

This is how I feel 

You needed to know