There things money can buy not love
You can’t give me gifts to change my mind
Or pay my rent for my love
But I am not a Sugar Baby
I want a love that is pure
Without attachments
But you think if you give me gold and diamonds
I will instantly fall for you
You’re sadly mistsken
I wear silver from a department store’s clearance section
And wear the cheapest of clothing
Give me an embrace and appericate my efforts
As you praise my humble looks
I’ll write you sonnets and draw yr portrait
For things like poetry and art is what I pursue
Just occasionally a rose to say “I love you”
To remind me of you
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Nice poem of someone who appreciates pure love and won’t be bought.
I agree, you can’t buy love and love must be pure.