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.



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