It Doesn't Mean I Love You Less Poem by Mark Heathcote

Because I haven't kissed you for a week
A day an hour a minute, it doesn't mean
I love you less than yesterday, last week
A month ago or last year; it doesn't mean
I feel any different about you, my dear.

If I-haven't-held you're hand for a week
A day an hour a minute; it doesn't mean
I love you less than yesterday, last week
A month ago or last year; it doesn't mean
I've changed towards you, my love, my dear.

Love isn't a monetary estuary tide passing
It's all that comes before and follows after
Love isn't here today gone tomorrow fasting
It's a feast of joys and bellyaches of laughter.

Love isn't a trade-in Apple smartphone-
Upgrade; it's something much more tangible
Than-a-rippling athlete testosterone
Junkie, it's something much more bankable.