You

Maame is writing a poem about you.
You, who knows me more the pleasant few.
How I do go about claiming “not you I love do”?
You, who is afraid to lose me and the same
You who is afraid to love me who is not a tame
Aint that a shame?

Jennifer is serenading you, fool
To think that I will subdue and drool
When all you are sometimes is a weekly lustful tool
But to think about telling me to be calm
When I am about to blow up like an alarm
Is the reason why you still soothe my mind like a balm

I am tell you like it is, sir
I love you and maybe it is not fair
That the best of my love is not part of your share
But isn’t it enough when I care
Is the sweet juice of my lips when we kiss not there?
Why not trust it when I say it is you that I prefer