I don't actually know the context for this poem. It was just in my notebook of poems I have written so all I can really say is enjoy 😅

A rose so rare.
A fire so hot.
Love not to spare
And leave you I not.
A glass of water
Half full to my eyes.
And to yours it's sorta.
But still a prize.
I lay without you here
My arms empty but my heart full
I wish to only you dear
And to a do more the cool
Your tickles make me laugh
A smile happier then ever
And loosing you makes me barf
But happiness I will always treasure
Never leave and never stay.
To hear the three words I always say
I love you.
But of you love me too?