You
Without my asking for it
You don't do anything
You don't write a letter
And send it
Or
In the middle of the night
If my phone calls ring, you don't answer
I love you more
Do you know that?
You, without my asking for it
Don't do anything
You must write to me like I write to you
You must call me like I call you
One part of you must always be incomplete
And that part of you, you must complete with me.
This is what I understand of love
You, without my asking, don't do anything
Last night how many times did your phones ring,
Or you weren't there, or you were sleeping?
It doesn't matter, do you understand?
You,
Without my asking for it,
You don't do anything