A lot like a poem

It hurts me when I mail
And ya dont reply.
It hurts me when I beseech
And ya always deny.

Ya know what I mean
But dont wanna accept.
Ya may not resist it
But to like me except.

Some people love to hide
Their feelings & admiration.
Some dont mind keep loving
Wrapped up in devotion.

Some look for true love
But dont see around.
When it knocks their door
They sleep safe & sound.