Poem You don't love me dear But that's just preposterous How have you this concluded Oh you never write me poetries Those lovely endearments Entwined in words that beguile Romance dripping in those lines Never have you written, why? O dear for a second I was scared It's not me to woo you with words My love for you is of much more worth Any word smith can poems weave Those dreamy intimate and romantic Flowery and charming words spiel But how can they feel what I feel I with deeds do make wanted you feel My love for you is undying Unfading with changing climes Words one day will wither with time But my love you'll see will bloom and shine Not superfluously will I claim To bring you the moon and stars in vain But you can test my love anytime. You don't love me dear But that's just preposterous, How have you this concluded, Oh you never write me poetries Those lovely endearments Entwined in words that beguile Romance dripping in those lines Never have you written, why?
