Kind To Me Poem by Infenity Covett

You are not kind.

While others offer me flowers,
you bring me a loaf of bread.
While others make way for me
and let me pass,
you never for a second stop,
you always go first.
Them other men, they always flatter me,
they always have a sweet compliment up their sleeve
for me.
But not you.
You remain silent in the sight of my beauty.
And while others come to me
with their hearts in their palms,
like blazing sparks,
you come with a handful of ash.

You are not kind to me, because you love me.

You bring me bread, because you know
I'm not a fairy.
I cannot be nourished with flowers.
You don't make way for me.
You always go first, so if there is a danger,
or a trap,
you can take the fall instead of me.
And you never dropp a word about my beauty,
because your eyes speak louder than a thousand voices.
Your hands flatter more than a million compliments.
And instead of flame, you give me ash
to build a fire from.
And we both know it takes effort
and patience
and love to do such thing.

Oh no, don't ever be kind to me
but keep loving me so.