Blank sublime

Pity me.
For on pity grows attentiveness.
I attend to your whim.
To a point.
Pity me.

For I know you.

Love me.
For on your love grows affection.
I attend to your body.
For a while.
Love me.

For I know you.

Hate me.
For on hate grows sorrow.
I listen to your woes.
Until they are forgotten.
Hate me.

For I know you.