How Unfair…?

Keeping my promises alive, here I’m back with a new crap under the tag ‘figment of back bench poetry’.

First you look so beautiful and then you complain why do I stare,
First you speak so sweetly and then you complain why I long to hear.
First you laugh so merrily and then you complain why I give you cheer,
First you cry so childishly and then you complain why I charm your tears.
First you err so innocently and then you complain why I love to bear,
First you forgive so certainly and then you complain why I do not fear.
First you believe so naively and then you complain why do I care,
First you grew so gracefully and then you complain why I love your flair.
First you smell so pleasingly and then you complain why I feel your air,
First you love so fervidly and then you complain why I ask my share.
For all your fascinating complaints I’ve only one reply ‘How Unfair…?’

I believe it’s never too late to become what you might have become. Hope I superseded the previous one.