Just seeing your face,
Makes me loose my lace.
My heart beats at such a pace,
That I'm transported to another space.
Then when we meet,
There's more than just a greet.
There's always lots of heat, &
Its surely never neat.
My desperation for you grows.
This everyone also knows,
That my face always glows,
Whenever you're under my nose.
I live with this passion, &
Have since made it my fashion,
To show immense compassion,
Even for messy trashion.
Such is your influence,
Such is my affluence:
Since you, I release effluence
Of abundant reverence.
O may this never cease;
For you I am here to please,
For you I emit every crease,
For you I walk even on grease.
This you will never realize.
As I never let my secrets rise.
My love is most wise,
Away from us it flies.
I care not if you reciprocate, &
I dare not ask you for a date.
I understand its too late,
To seek you as a mate.
Still my love for you will persist, &
I will neither demand nor insist.
I will soon get lost in the mist,
Carrying your love as a cyst.
Your presence is in my every poetry,
As beautiful as scenery,
As valuable as treasury,
As lovable as lovely.
For me this will be your last sign,
Before I officially resign.
As my last whine,
I hope you remain benign.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem