My gifts for you

It’s a bangle I bought for you
Treat not it a shackle…
And my tiara for you is
Not to draw your tears…
The pendent lazed on your heart
Has no plan to break your will apart…
Your finger chose not to wear my ring
Though it’s loaded with joys it would bring…
My stupid gift that’s called necklace
Should not stifle you to breathless…
And the little silver bells I adorned on your ankles
Are not meant to hurt and give you wrinkles…
Could buy only a simple robe
It flows back to me to probe…
Never knew what’s good for you
Can’t see what fits you true…
Dumb what I remain in life
Disappointed you in abundance and rife…