I Like To Love You But...
i like to give you flowers
and chocolates and
(money, if that will not
offend your kind
of sensibility)
for you to love me and love
me (perhaps) as true as i
am and wanna be
but i won't
you are cold and dead
heartless
to my pleas.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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