Overwhelmed

I know you don’t love me
But the smile on your face in the morning
The moan of satisfaction from the first sip of coffee
Your look of concern at the day’s job list
I love it.

I know you don’t love me
But the feverish craving for food
The temperamental outbursts of disappointment
Your unquenchable thirst for success
I love it.

I know you don’t love me
But the uncompromising need for perfection
The agitated demand for respect
Your unnerving effort to belong
I love it

I know you don’t love me
But your simplicity amidst all deceit
The determination to last till the final blow
Your goofiness that weakens tyrants’ knees
I love it

I know you don’t love me
And that knowledge I despise
But what else can I be than a true admirer
An addict to the drug that you provide
I against your will love thee.