The difficult part of
love
Is being selfish enough,
Is having the blind
persistence
To upset an existence
Just for your own sake.
What cheek it must take.
And then the unselfish
side –
How can you be satisfied,
Putting someone else
first
so that you come off
worst?
My life is for me.
As well ignore gravity.
Still, vicious or
virtuous,
Love suits most of us.
Only the bleeder found
Selfish this wrong way
round
Is ever wholly rebuffed,
And he can get stuffed.
