Ruth,
I've meant not
To 'cause you harm.
Or to confuse your heart
With my charm.
For my mother is set
To arrive here,
And I can't let it look
As if I'm not courting.
I know you may wonder
Why I didn't use you
Because I don't want
You to think
That I'm using you.
Please understand
That all I said
Is true.
And for you
My love remains the same.
Until my mother's departure
I'll have to keep
Playing this game.
~Love,
Alistair.
YOU ARE READING
The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
