love · Philosophy · poetry · romance

Love Me.

Love me but never hold my hand, that’s all I ask of men who ought to fall in love

Donot laugh or cry around,

don’t you ever dare to care.

That’s the most I hate

of people who

tend to fall in love.

Count on me,

For you might need any help

But never beseech me

to stay, longer than I agree.

Remember, remember,

Love me, but never hold my hand.

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