I have neither gold or silver..
Sure, I do not have a fever..
Though at times, I shiver..
For something brings me to quiver..
Dear when I am near you..
I smell scents so pure in you..
Ensuing me to devour more..
Heightening my inside's lure..
How could I touch you sweet..
How could I caress you in gyst..
How could I solely stare at you such..
How could I envelop you tight in warmth...
I truly am thinking of you..
Could it be our hearts chained to tune?
Do forget anyhow the dues..
Mindless the talk, It's you I choose..