Love Sick Poem by Mike Ohms

O aveey dear,
wish you were here, your captivating voice my ears yearn to hear, this pain I no longer can bear,

I wish you were near that i may lean my lips on your neck, and tear on your breast.

O Aveey dear, this pen i stole from loves den in sheer desperation to write you this love poem.

I am not a clown but just a brown gown sown from a fine linen, I only wish to caress your body, be the only one to see your nakedness and shield you from mens wickedness.

O aveey dear, whenever you speak, my heart becomes weak and seeks refuge in loves peak.
I am not a freak, but merely love sick and never will I seek to be free from this curse that is set to drive me off course.

O aveey dear, please come quick for I am not well!