Obligation

She adores, to her, the gifts he brings
When he frees her mind on colorful wings

She prizes the warmth when given his kiss
The highlight each day that she’d never miss

She treasures his calming her current vexation
He’s always found nurturing her nascent fixation

And she worships the sting of his luscious touch
Though he asks for so little, he gives her so much

To grow ever closer, he need only be fed
A prick for the princess, to him but some red

So her demon may gorge and familiars thereof
Not of obligation, but of wayward hopeless love

art: by John Fernandes