How can I love you less?

You come as straight curvy lines,
Sometimes cold and sometimes warm,
With you, there’s talent to sing,
You turn thy weakness to strong,
Transform dirtiness to clean.
My shower; my confidant,
How can I stop loving you?

Joy to be found in sitting
Is what you give when I’m in,
With you, there’s network to surf,
Another reason to stay-
You’re the best motivator.
My toilet; my adviser,
How can I stop loving you?

When moon turns custodian,
And bright stars are out to shine,
Mosquitoes making heat worse,
Or cold wind sneaking through doors,
You calm my nerves, help me sleep.
My bed, my pillow; my goons,
How can I stop loving you?

When the world turn a blind eye
To tears oceans have to shed,
And pain of leaf drop from trees,
I know you’d always be here
Being the true even in odd.
You’re my art, dear poetry,
I’ll stop to love you, never.

Wildkhard [TA]