Don't love me
Please don't love me
I flirt in words from my soul
and don't want to hurt you

For heaven sake I am just
A sculptor of words
Facing my pregnancy alone
Soon I die in forlorn

For I soul deserved
and don't want you to be
Widowed for my name sake
Please don't love me please don't love me

For emotions and passions
Feel your dying heart
In this my heart bears a life
Wherewithal I love you like

A pear fruit, wearing jealousy
For pomegranates my muse
So entice as it grants me hope

That Jasmine and roses forbade
Orchid scents cloak in my soul
And irises of lotus promise me riches
And I am just an ordinary poet

Please don't love please don't love me
My soul incline a time uneven
If truly you love me then a sign from heaven
My soul won't decline

Only to love you back as I flirt
With words from my soul to your soul
Please love me for the sake of love
In this I die with unflirting words

Written by
Martin Ijir