If I love a person,
I dare not be his arson;

I can feel his feelings,
And no words for healings;

Just my eyes and touch are enough,
To soothe his mind, a sea at rough;

I won't ever suspect,
And I don't  even expect;

His space, I won't dominate,
His bourne, Iet him culminate;

If someone makes him happy,
I won't act snoopy;

I will give him due respect,
But, I won't be his target!