i stopped making chai
it bored me to bits
I wasn't even good
somewhat unfit
i didn't even drink it
'twas only for him
oh he can manage -
fulfil his own whims
we are two people
with very busy lives
prioritise we must
our very separate drives
little did i know
that it would matter
'tween individualism, love
at times choose the latter
the language of love
is made up of these
little overtures and acts
you'd do well not to cease
not cease to perform
these tiny little things
they are the fertile ground
from which love springs
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