My affections haven’t changed
They tear at my insides
A sharp pain that’ll never subside
Unless, perhaps, I were hanged?

Even then I dare not hope
To shed this burden of Care
Which often leads me to Stare
At your more than beautifull hair

Bear with me yet awhile.
The words are troublesome, I know
I just can’t seem to flow!
And pour out this thing that makes me smile

But words escape the Pen-
cil in this hand. And no command
From above can make it understand
That Expression of Adoration, my hearts demand

What did they say or do?
Before the invention of the word?
“Gesticulations and Intonations,” is what I heard.
Yet, none of this pertains to the real issue of
You!

A month, a day, an hour or a minute minute?
No, this has been within me for years!
The touch, the taste, the thought of ears
To hear the whisper of my innermost fears

Imagination running wild since I was a child
The things I should, could, would do
If I were fortunate enough to find you
Could never be termed “mild.”

This is so Not what I want to say!
My love! My life! My utter dismay!
It’s times like these we learn to pray
I wish I might, I wish I may
Be ever present in your presence every day