For Her Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

Rest assured you will not feel,
Earnestly the weight of my appeal.
God above has the strength to heal,
Injuries you inflict with graceful zeal.
No, you do not have to deal,
All this is my own ordeal.

Calling forth my soul to steal.
Easy as watching movie reels.
Callously flaunting flawless heels,
In a most innocent and gorgeous spiel.
Lovely as an infant seal,
Intoxicating unique appeal.

And I fall into the strange surreal,
Dreaming of you and me I kneel,
Eager to uncover what you conceal.
Giddy, my heart leaps into cartwheels,
Unable to speak, my mouth misdeals,
Zoning out I shudder and reel.

Maniacally I cringe and keel
Alone I suffer without a squeal
None shall know the way I feel.