Weighed is my head,
              Obesed with worries,
                            Of her reaction,
                                    To my humble plea.

                                          My bones tremble,
                        Gravely brainstorming hard,
                Of moves to stage,
To sink any denial.

Sealing is her beauty,
      Mutes every programmed word,
                      To cature her fancy heart,
                                Leaving my pages bare.

                          Her questioning perfection,
                    Test my every creativity,
              And tactful measures,
Geared towards my quest.

Yet i sit grey,
        Like an empty can,
                Haunted by clanging sounds,
                          Of my fruitless thoughts