Fickle Love

I wish that I could read your mind

I wish I knew the truth

One moment you are cuddling me

The next you act aloof

Every time I return home

You can’t contain your glee

But soon enough you curl up

In tired apathy

I don’t mind sloppy kisses

Or the fact that you’re a bed hog

But all these random mood swings

Are messing with my head, dog