Do You Love Me, Love Me Really? Yea, I Love You, Love You Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Do you love me, love me,
Went she on asking,
The poor simple heart
In love and tears,
Asking,
Asking so nicely,
Do you love me, love me really?

But said he not so, with so much so love
From his within,
That I love you, love you so much,
That I like you, like you so
But the poor girl
Bewildered in love
Went on saying

I love you, I love you,
Say you love me, love me,
Love me so much,
O, say you,
Do you love me,
Love me really
In a very touchy way

But the emotions of hers, her love and heart
That dullard could not,
That callous heart,
To love and escape
The name of modern love
And those who love
Carry it not forward.

Think of, had she been yours,
Had she been of your family
Whom saw you
From the beginning,
Think of, she a part of your family
And that you have to look after her.

Love, but betray not anyone,
Love, but break not anyone’s heart,
What will you get in
Giving distress and agony to a poor soul,
What will you in giving pains to her heart?

Love her, love her,
Try to love her,
God will love you,
God will love you, my love,
Love her, love her
Looking up to in thankfulness,
Lord Jesus helps all whoever comes to seek for His Blessings.