Can’t I ever feel hate,
Without being a Sadist?
Or enjoy a bit of pain,
Without being a Masochist?
Those name-givers,
De Sade & Masoch,
Felt overwhelming amounts,
Of what I, too, posses in moderation…
But I also feel Love,
At least for some people…
Defining Love as the pleasure,
Of giving pleasure…
Not the pleasure of being subservient,
And not the pleasure of making the receiver subservient,
But the pleasure of seeing them smile,
Simply because I Love them.
I need not define the word Love with any other words.
Or find any other impulses behind the Love impulse.
(Although I’ll concede that it is a form of Selfishness,
Since I am getting pleasure from giving my loved ones pleasure…)
Thus, my Selfishness,
My all-powerful Authority,
Alternates between Sadism, Masochism and Love.
My ever-fluctuating Trinity…