What kind of love is one that harsh-insists,

I'll love you only if you promise this?

And then present you with a lengthy list,

a schisty set of shifting-sand requests.

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That kind of love advantages but one

audacious in their selfish insistence;

the other's disadvantaged with aplomb -

no reason seen for further discussion.

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That kind of love, if love it can be called,

perverts a gift into what must be grossed,

converts beleaguered partner into thrall,

murders affection leaving howling ghost.

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I came to you with open heart and hand;

three decades later, I've drawn line in sand.