You’re often in love with strangers,
And still too young to recognize
That none of your fantasies
Have ever become real.

The strongest emotions you feel
Are for those with whom you’ve interacted the least,
The places you’ve never gone,

You can tell a true lover by the gifts they give.

When you only get them on occasions,
dutifully,
when millions of people probably got the same thing,

Love is coerced.

The true lover finds you gifts
randomly, accidentally;
the

Only the obedient know what they want.

They’ve seen enough of the world
To know the size of their appetites,
And the flavors they most enjoy.

They dedicate themselves to these limitations
As though they have more honor than those