Love Me For My Money.

Honey,

You may as well love me for my money.

It's something I can grasp that is tangible and at least I'l always know how much you love me.

That's if you'll love me for my money.

Everybody loves someone for something right, no one loves someone 'just because.'

So love me for who I am, money being a big part of that. Its something I spend a significant amount of time chasing, amassing and accumulating, you may as well love me for it.

It's not that I don't want you to love me for my looks, handsome as I am, but these will fade. Try as I might to stay in shape and wrinkle free; what if your perception of beauty changes? what do I do then? When fats the new skinny, short is the new tall, and pretty is the new handsome.

What about when the dark skinned brother is out and an athletic physique is for losers?

What then?

I need more assurance than that.

It's not that I don't want you to love me for my personality either. After all, loving my strange, borderline schizophrenic characteristics shows the full limits of your love.
That you bundle my manly ambition with my childish foresight, my strong will with my weak scruples, my fascinating future with my shameful past; and still love me is a credit to you. You and your capacity to love me wholly, fully.

Yet I prefer that you love me for my money, its just so much simpler that way.

As my desires change and my qualities take on new shapes and identities.

As our relationship evolves and the years take their toll on our union,

When you forget what caused the initial spark between us long after it disappears, just take a look at our bank balance and remember you're in love.

I do, however, still want you to love me for all these perishable things. For all the different lights in which you see me. For my swagger, my kindness, my family, my friends.

It would be nice also if you see me in my element and feel your heart strings tug gently in response to how effortlessly I pulled it off (the event I'm in my element in), how natural it seemed. I'm kind of hoping that you'l notice this latest endeavour I have been successful in. How my clothes co-ordinate.

It would make it more worthwhile if you noticed. Noticed how kind I am to others when you are around, how good I am with children under your gaze. I'd prefer you didn't notice that I save the meals I cook best for when your present. I'd prefer that you just thought my cooking was consistently great.

It's frustrating that my funniest jokes come off awkward when your near me, so you probably shouldn't love me for that, you probably should not remember those jokes at all, just remember how good I am with the children...

It's tiring being me, the version of me that you'l love anyway. I'm not sure I want to be with someone who will love me without all the extra effort I make to dress it up. To quote Groucho Marx 'I just don't want to belong to any club that accepts me a member.'
I'm tired of giving you all the reasons in the world to love me, I'm fed up of putting my best foot forward and attempting to play to my strengths. That's all long.

It's much easier when I know exactly why you love me and what I have to do to keep your love, To not have to scan myself for what may cause you to fall out of love.

Long.

Who I am changes when I'm around you, one day you'l figure that out. So I want you to love me for my money, for me, in terms of my net worth. There's no better reason to love me, not really.
It's simple straight forward and will save us a lot of time, posturing and backtracking.

Just love me for my money honey.

Truly then, I will work for love.



Poem.

Love Me For My Money.

There's a lot of different reasons to love, or be loved,
reasons which, a lot of grieving goes in to find out.
Some things are bait, some things are vague
there's some things that some cannot wait to say...
'I love her for her smile', 'him for his ambition'
'love him for his style', she's a woman of vision'
some think they love off of some inner-intuition
soul-mate type love like spiritual collision

but the shallow and the honest are the same.
they love the good looks, the money and the fame
they love for something they can get from and can gain
an give back as much as they can offer, to make it a fair exchange
so don't love me for perishable qualities and things that change
love me for my net income, salary and my change.
And I mean REAL love, In-Love type love which they claim
is deeper than material things but what the hey...
God forbid i'm ever broke our love can still crack-on
Cos we'll have all that other stuff for us to fall back on.

:)

Love you too Beu.