When I’m alone I think in you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card;
the reason why I owe so much to life.
And though – at times, I am carefree yet hard,
You know, I will still pay my bills on time
because the interest that love charges,
it’s high and I cannot afford a fine.
Nor you, nor I deserve a single charge.
So will you ever be a debit card?
because I wish to spend our love and fast
without an interest nor secured cards
but with a lot of love in our bank account.
Just know a credit, or debit, or not
I will love you for who you are… my love.
Written by: L. L.