Dear Dame Poem by Kufre Udeme

Is this love or
game?
Tell me, dear
Dame!
Yesterday you
came
Wild and refused to be
tamed
And on me you put a
blame
It was a thing of
shame
And today is the
same
I give you no gift, dear
Dame
And you call me no sweet
name
True, my purse is wholly
lame
But that's not a lasting
fame
So quench not our dearest
flame
Let manilla not be our love
frame
Except we are not in love but in a
game.