Beffudlement

You are odd and I still stand by you,

Unromantic that you are, you don’t sympathise

No pity case for me, no caring sharing words-

I hit my head and you turn it to humor,

You don’t let me cry though, not offering shoulders-

When I feel you don’t love, it’s then I realise.

Being challenged is what I love, not being pitied

Tantrums are not my style, it is you who can,

You love me the best you can, that’s what I accept .

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