Am I deranged? If so to what degree?
Since I excessively decry lust for,
the sublime grace that you happen to be--
for you are my muse and greatest ardor.
Your smile enthralling my very essence and lifeblood.
Your laugh so craving and delightful, it
would be a shame to write you a ballad--
Seek not among droves only I am befit.
You are so undaunted and yet you foster
my adulation, my you're enticing.
You are so pleasant and you're not an imposter
My amity at times can be overwhelming.
Oh how I yearn for us to be a pair--
However, ill bare--so long as you're there.