I don’t want you to love me,
But like me a little.
‘Cause like will not hurt you,
But love?
Yes, definitely! It’ll.
Like is “that’s sweet of you”,
But love can make it all bitter.
I don’t want you to write poems about me,
Because that gives me a jitter.
But I won’t mind occasional admirations,
After all, who doesn’t want to be a bit flattered!
I know love will bound you to me,
But like will allow you to flitter.
And please, don’t show me off your sense of humor,
I just don’t want to titter.
And I won’t mind you painting me,
But I can’t be a patient sitter.
Liking me won’t demand any tie,
But love needs an honest committal.
And if you like me,
You may be put on probation,
But loving me has no acquittal.
Say, you won’t love me
As it brings oceans of feelings,
And like?
Like only brings a ripple.
Like has the freedom to choose
Among all the lovely phrases,
But it’s axiomatic,
That love ends with phrases that belittle.
Speaking of which, I’d now mention
That like is what suits me,
As for love, my darling,
I may prove to be too brittle.
So, if you can’t love me,
You can at least like me a little.
Cause for like, it’s high time,
But love?
It’s passing away, and soon, it’ll.
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