Love Me, Please - 2 Poem by Zyw Zywa

Sometimes a bad wind is blowing
in my head, a devil chasing devils
in other people or

a wronged haughtiness
that favours itself, asking:
Love me, please!

.....From whom can I buy prosperity
.....(life-lasting and guaranteed)
.....which options do I have

.....what in the world should I
.....and shall I do for it?
.....Oh, do love me, please!

I'm muttering prayers and follow
their status every day: Sent!
Considering article two

any action on my own behalf is
not allowed, so I beg and entreat:
Love me, please!