Detective Lover Poem by Frank Adie

You can't brand all men as cheats
Simply because one man cheated on you
Yes some men cheat, but all men are not cheats
I want a lover and not a spy
You call my gateman at odd hours
Just to inquire whether I am with another woman
You search my phone at the slightest opportunity
Looking for God knows what
You come to my house to confirm my absence
Each time I tell you that I am not at home
Whenever I answer a phone call,
You want to know who the caller was
Are you a companion or a spy?
You are beginning to get on my nerves

You nag me away with your suspicion
And complain that I am avoiding you
Because I am seeing someone else
You invest so much energy trying to catch me cheating
And don't pay attention to my needs
I need a companion and not a spy
You are beginning to get on my nerves