True Love
By Robert Cheung
It's true love because
I neglect to tuck my shirts into my pants and refuse to carefully comb
My red hair neatly in the morning
Although she constantly disapproves
And because
I do not resent playing piano daily
Even though I have not the time to finish the day's homework,
And because
When I am lost in the supermarket and I know
she must be searching for me or wondered where I went,
I will always run back home.
If I stopped playing with Magic the Gathering playing cards
And I stayed at school playing such cards
She would yell then tell my dad to yell,
And because
She is willing to work and come home and
She does not resent tiring herself with
Cooking,
And because
If the house was on fire with my dad and sister were also in the house,
She would first save me.It's true love because
When we went to the Mediterranean in July
and I did not join them in sunshine
in Rome
They let me be contented,
And because
Despite my constant hogging of the camera, rude and impolite comments,
disrespect and the other features that dampen
The joy of family,
We feel a bonding
We can call
True Love.