Limits

Naomi's tose

Written in a time when my husband complained that I was chatting too much and that I need to exercise some limits.

Don’t talk to me about keeping limits

All I do is just a few chats

Do I give you much grief?

You make me feel like a tattered leaf

Do I create a ruckus

Without serving any purpose?

Words of disapproval, you utter

My mind becomes delicate like butter

Please drill this into your head

My love for you will never be dead

It’s a deep love, divinely pristine

I want you to remain serene

Is keeping a distance your choice?

Listen to your heart’s voice

I may lose my mind’s poise

But I will not make a noise

I will miss the colors of their love

And cry silently like a dove

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