Wordless he stutters, and meaningless, mutters
Crossed thoughts incoherently wrong.
Tonge-tied and spell-bound feeling his heart pound,
Sensations, familiar and strong.
Throat tight and burning, already the yearning
To flee from eyes passioned with flame.
Mouth dried and knees weak stumbling his steps seek
The lips which allure him again.
a fire that i know not physically but emotionally such a fiery substance you write with a flame a fire of passion please teach me more
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I would like to translate this poem
A love lorn swain plucking up his courage to approach the object of his passion. I picture a potty acned youth enamoured of the class beauty