But Love ?

Probably this is what you tell everyone when you start running away from love ...

I’m not looking for love, you say,
and need for you to know.
I can give you comfort, warmth and pleasure.
But love?
Love is not my cup of tea.

I can tickle your funny bone
and make your belly ache with laughter.
I can bring a secret smile to your face.
But love?
Love is not part of my repertoire.

I can court you with whispers of sweet nothings
and sugary confections.
I can offer you champagne and flowers.
But love?
Love is not on my menu.

I can make you feel so very good
and release your inhibitions.
I can cause you to dream of me.
But love?
Love is not my pin-up fantasy.

I can worship your body
and compel you to scream my name.
I can make you soar to heights unknown.
But love?
Love is not my flight of fancy.

I can provide you with a safe haven
in which to fight your demons.
I can briefly suspend your fears.
But love?
Love is not my milieu.

You look at me expectantly.
Believing you’ve made a case for a modern relationship.
I answer slowly, steadily, surely…
No thank you.
Love is what I seek.

Reviews

[Jessie]

It's a common thing to run away from love, though it's hard to say why. Love is the most magical, beautiful thing that there is. This is a brilliant illustration of the confusion that accompanies the most profound of emotions :)
The way I took it, you've made a wonderful outline of the heart's desire to seek love, and the mind's desire to avoid it. Beautiful work! xx