Unbalanced Scales

Your gaze lingers on the strengths I bring,
A harvest you wish to claim,
But turn a blind eye to the strings I cling,
The give and take of love’s sweet game.
You crave the sun my light bestows,
Yet shun the moon that’s mine to keep,
A lopsided path where one seed grows,
Leaving the other fields to weep.
True partnership’s a graceful dance,
Where both hearts meet and souls align,
A love that asks for more perchance,
Than what you choose to make it shine.