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Mind games, we all play them,
Some say they're ugly, some not.
Some just to see how cleverly we can say "I love you," others to see how far love can be strecthed, as though it were some kind of taffy, needing pulling to be sweet.
"WILL YOU LOVE ME," she says,
Even if I play with others?"
He says, "It depends on what you play."
"Will you not love me no matter what,
Always ready to forgive as the bible says
Love does?"
"Would you test me," says he,
"see how far I'll go, how far
you can go before the trust is broken,
the intimacy of love worn away by
disappointment, leaving only the love that distance can afford?"
She smiles cutely, "Would you restrict my play and say you love me, when all know that love sets spirits free? And then deny me closeness from some foolish jealousy?"
He smiles back, "We'll see, we'll see.
I wonder how much tests a love can stand, or even if would would test, risking the break of what seems true between you and me."
And she smiles back sweetly, "We'll see, we'll see."
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