It's effortless how I speak to you,
it's cause I speak a lot
but patience is a virtue
my patience close to rot

Your ravishing and your sweet unique scent
Fulfils and satisfies me just like your beauty to be consent
I'm not asking for a favour
Nor am I asking in command
But I just want to make you savour
And miss me like in a trance

What distinguishes my fire,
and love thats meant to be true
Why can't you miss me
instead of missing you?