If I Stopped Playing With You Poem by Iris Rain

Tell me,
how would you like it
If I stop playing with you?

Continue sulking for days,
like what you have been doing?

But It is amusing to me
that a man is just a child sometimes,
and this is what make you so adorable
in my eyes

You know the wall would have to come down eventually,
sulking is not going to get other men to stop talking to me
or for me to give you all the attention I have

Still I love seeing your silent glare at them
and how you would become so quiet
trying to keep pretending that you are not seething inside
that it is just driving you crazy
when my eyes are not on you

Oh, my sweetheart, there is no one in this world
whom I would care to count the numbers of days until you would stopped sulking
or whom I care enough to read the frown on your face

You just do not know it yet, how much I really care
because I still love seeing you being a child sometimes
in your silly way,
it shows how much you care