If I risk annoying and
inconveniencing you
by sending you songs and such,
that must mean I really love you.
Some might advise me to
spare you
the embarrassment of asking me to stop.
By sending you songs anyway, I show I really love you—
which makes it even worse:
it’s an awkward posItion I’ve put
you in—if you’re annoyed and inconvenienced,
I’m not surprised, and I hope
you
don’t mind too much
my intrusive love for you, all too
evident in the way I pester you
day after day with my rich
attentions. If you feel annoyed and inconvenienced,
you reward me by saying something nice.
You see my willingness to annoy and inconvenience you.
You know I really love you.