I’m not the one from which she wants flowers.

Yet I’m content,

Thinking of her

At night, in my showers.


During the day,

I’ll go about normally,

Throwing a wink,

Denial- nonchalantly.


For my mind sees

What my body cannot,

And he envisions her

From her head to her knees.


There are many,

They're not kind,

They cause war

Between body and mind.


But you must remember the body is blind.