And why would I not find you tiresome my love
Is my life meant for you to only teach of the way
Each day only meant for a page for your look
To touch an other's mind in some way

Do you sip upon my love to savor it's flavor
Or do you guzzle it for the high of the day
Or perhaps pass it out like a page in penthouse
That your peers might seek of the way

How is it that you can take my love to adore you
My passion that you now pledge as a tithe
That would mean nothing yet you would ask of me more to
Fill your cup with the passion of love that is denied