Cow

Sorry for being a jealous cow
And not trusting you.
Love should have moved me to believe
That what you said was true.

If I love you, I respect
Your being and your word.
To love someone and live in fear
I see now is absurd.

But love it was that made me fear,
A narrow, winding love
That twists itself around itself
To chain what it can't move.

A love of desperate need, not joy,
Of codicils, not song.
A love that grasps instead of gives,
Most weak when it's most strong.

So please forgive my lack of trust;
I know much better now.
Love's parody will not again
Make me a jealous cow.