I must profess that I’m obsessed
With his prepossessingness
His poetic skillfulness
His idyllic and serene nature
I seep into his masterpiece
And I find my thoughts
Are more perplexed than ever

How could he have great control over me?
How come when I see him
All I want to do is run to him
And give him an undoubtedly affectionate hug
Rub his brilliantly celestial beard
His smooth, sweet-smelling cheeks

Look him in his captivatingly scintillating eyes
And see the passion emanating
Ravishing eyelashes I am so wild about
He is all I can write about
All the detailed and creative poetry
That flows on every page I compose

It makes no sense for my vessel
To be streaming in him like this
To be imagining him as a fresh
South-west breeze approaching me
So effortlessly ebullient, as a dreamy
And exotic summer, somewhere for me
To be immersed in, revering his allurement