Not that I'm imperfect,
Or not that I'll not use foundations to glow,
But I'll love your imperfections too.
Not that I'll leave you,
Or would demand you to do so,
But I won't even if you want me to.
Not that I won't dress luxuriously,
I'll feel comfortable with simple cotton attire
And I'm an old soul.
Not that I won't gift you extravagantly,
I'll devote my time to sketch you,
I'll write hearty poems for you,
I'll carve the sculptures of your name,
And carry yourself in my heart.
Not that I don't know to sugarcoat my words,
But I'll express what I feel deeply,
Without filters and alterations.
Not that I'll be a storm of anger,
You won't feel the silence later,
To protect you,
Kindly unlove me!