It Doesn't Mean I Love You Less

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.