You are indifferent to my words,
Loving you is my brand-new verse,
I confess your ignorance hurts.
Thanks for your love,
But your material gifts I don't seek,
Of love and romance I reek.
Hold me tight,
You claim to love me, right,
Show it not by gifts.
Give me your love,
Give me your time,
For me, your love is behove,
Now it's high time, be mine.
My HP Poem #1901
©Atul Kaushal