Love, Love Not

He loves me for my mind;
He loves not when I use words
he doesn’t know during a row.

He loves me for my heart;
he loves not the times it hardens
against him,
or beats only to my drum.

He loves me for my hands,
for the earthly nurture
of the divine nature
of our little one;
He loves not when I use them
to make his meatloaf too spicy,
spoiling his appetite.