The Puerile Smile

I know dear that when I talk trash,
It sounds so awkward.
Though I fail in resisting it.
I know very well that you dislike it,
But I promise and you too know,
That those are just spoken and never made to flow.
So never turn annoyed as I never will betray you,
Let my words be anything but I never will force you.

Your decision will be Superior to mine,
In case of your security.
But remember when I love you,
Showering it becomes the priority.
I expect some love and that too just from you,
At least a pint of what I gave you.
I know that you aren't able,
Rather you always do try,
But never stop me, my love,
And don't let me dry.

Dried of the expectations
That you might tease me,
I love u the same
And so always let it be.
I'm happy with you and
I know that you love just me,
So never pull yourself away,
And be free to love me.

Because I love it , when you blush at me,
The blush when I show, my love very freely.
My love that showers, just on you,
Needs a reply from the love, hidden in you.
Reply not just by the fake smiles,
But by walking together several miles.
Miles with me, including you nearby,
Where you at least give, yourself a try.

A try to hug me, as closest as you can,
And then never leave, this silly childish man.
Who with his childish activities,
Wants just to make you smile,
The smile that soothes his heart,

And the Smile that is Puerile.