Pure Tool

I looked in her eyes And desperately tried To read her response It was unbelievable and with innocence She was unstoppable Making me more to struggle To read more with earnest I still made bid to try best “No, it is not your style” You think over it meanwhile I shall disappear soon As sun makes fast to noon Does any one what you are? Honestly speak as you are far? I took serious view and asserted Love is first to be purely inserted I know about rainbow colors But above and all stands honor My pride stops at some one To ask for love and offer smile I find no definition It may be self inhibition I know for sure love is not exchange commodity It is pure tool designed by an almighty