It's Not

It's not the touch of yours

Which melts my heart.

It's your those small attempts 

To fulfill my stupid tempts.

It's not you being with me all the time

Which holds me with you.

It's your those needed presence 

To proudly accept my essence.

It's not your timely romances

which makes me feel special.

It's your those caring behavior

to go on trying different flavors.

It's not your daily call and gifts

which makes me fall for you.

It's your protective and possessiveness

To never aspect and be a mess.

Author's Note

It's my first time. Thanks for reading.