the perplexity of your propinquity
increases the probability
of my irregular heartbeat
and the deficiency of your presence
depriving me of all pleasance
renders me incomplete
a sheer glimpse of your deviotion
ignites a peculiar commotion
inside this heart of mine
and even imagining the occurrence
of our eventual concurrence
feels utterly divine
the mere potentiality of endearment
exstinguishes every determent
making me ecstatic
though a plain acknowledgement
of this ridiculous sentiment
appers quite dramatic
therefore a confession’s feasibility
is being repressed by my timidity
and reticence will have to do
unless there would be a progression
that the one declaring such profession
would happen to be you