And how do I act like it's a low hum?
Like the thriving,
   pulsing,
indignant love for you hasn't spilled over
                  and exerted itself into unnecessary acts and scattered delusions.
The relentless nag I feel for your skin to shine in my direction,
          for your smile to reflect itself my way;
                         In a joyous,
                               genuine love.
     It's not a low hum,
It pounds like the drums of a melodic euphony.