If I understand it correctly,
I love you dearly, my dear.
If love means that I cannot breathe,
Unless you give me leave,
Then I do not love you.
Or if love means that I cannot cum,
Outside (the presence of) your bum,
Then I do not love you.
But if love means deep respect, intense attraction,
Sprinkled with a willingness for sacrifice,
Then I do love you.
Or if love means that every now and then,
I’m not sure where you begin and I end,
Then, indeed, I love you.
But if love means throwing away all my dreams,
So that I can fulfill yours,
Then I do not love you.
Or if love means expecting you to throw away your dreams,
So that you can fulfill mine,
Then I do not love you.
But if love means that my happiest moments were in your arms,
And my most tortured when you were in another’s,
Then, I confess, I love you.
Or if love must make me jealous when you fall under another’s sway,
Until I’m willing to kill and throw my life away,
Then I do love you.
Or if love means that I’m willing to outlive you,
So that my death won’t kill you,
Then I truly do love you.
But if love means that I want to create a living symbiosis of our two halves,
And spend the rest of my life raising and caring for it,
Then I do not love you.
But if love means that you are the epitome of beauty,
As far as my fantasies are concerned,
– Indeed, a claim few lovers can make –
Then I proudly proclaim, ‘I love you!’
So, if I understand it correctly,
I love you dearly,
My dear – – – – !