Poetry: Bending (But Not Breaking)

Push,
push all you want to.
My smiles will coat your rancor,
but I am bending, not breaking.

Love,
love me like your honeyed words imply.
My kisses will soak in your tenderness,
but I am bending, not breaking.

Demand,
demand all I can give plus one.
My body will toil for you like it has for no other,
but I am bending, not breaking.

Smile,
smile at me and give the sweetest looks.
I will hand over my heart as well as my hand,
but I am bending, not breaking.

I will take all you give,
be it venom or honey.
I will give back adoration,
adoration by the bucket full.

Let loose your most heated temper
or your most passionate kisses.
I will take each in each measure,
giving back only kindness.

This is strange to you, I know,
this is not what you ever expected, I know.
Through all my giving I will always be me, I know,
change me if you can, I will bend, but not break,
this I know.