I want to shovel the snowbank before you come outside.
I want to do it so you won’t have to.
I go nuts with my purple snow shovel.
I wipe that snowbank out of existence.
I get it done in just the nick of time.
And you come out smiling.
But now my body refuses to move.
Now I have a large pain everywhere.
Now I feel like I am going to die.
I may just die.
I blame you.
It’s your fault I love you so much that I want to shovel a giant bank of snow for you.
That’s all you.
Why do I love you so much?
Why am I in this much pain?
Love hurts sometimes.