Futile Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

I love you, I said.
I really like that fast car, he answered.
I love you, I again said.
I think I'll get another ipad, he then answered.

I love you, I repeated.
I’d really like to have that flatscreen, he replied.
But I love you, I pleaded.
And I wonder where that fine restaurant’s at, he complied.

I l…, I swallowed.
Need to get me some fashionable clothes, he followed.
I …, I gasped.
And a phone and some new shoes too, he clasped.