This Is The Real Of Mine

What I am, is before you

My love for you is quite true

I am like a soft clay

Can be moulded in any way

I agree with what you will do

On my bike, your hairs will sway

I keep Red Roses in the morning tray

Spreading smiles is my tonic

Can't imagine life without you

I look for a kind heart

I don't believe in fake flirt

My caring nature is inbuilt

Your No, can make you feel guilt

My heart is pure with no dirt

This is really me, not for impressing