All As We Know Them to Be

You say you love me less. Why do I feel like I have never been loved as intensely as you do me now? You never tell me you love me anymore. But why do your kisses feel more passionate than before? You never call me baby anymore. But why does your touch feel like I’ve never been owned as selfishly as you do me now? I do not understand us. But if I start understanding, things will not be as sweet as we know them now to be.