Why Don't You Tell Me What You Want Of Me? Poem by Ali Rahimi

I need a thousand bunch of roses, for you,
As a red carpet reception, in multitude,
I need a thousand genuine affectionate smiles,
To show you my kindness, gentleness and gratitude,
I need a thousand massive books, treatise, manifestos,
To dramatically declare my love and servitude,
I need a thousand tender love songs,
To shower you in my emotional romantic aptitude,
I need a thousand suns, moons and stars,
To tirelessly ceaselessly rotate around you in infinitude,
I need all flora and fauna to offer you,
All species on their knees in group or in solitude,
I need a thousand Blue Topaz Conch Ring, diamonds and
Rare purple sterling and silver stones in plenitude,
I need a thousand Rolls Royce, BMW, Porsche, Lamborghini,
Precious symbols of maximum speed, royal fortitude,
To move you around like a majestic queen,
coroneted in golden crown, dazzling your magnitude
I need thousand oceans of red wine,
I need a thousand affectionate kisses,
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Why don't you tell me what you want of me?