Your Secret Admirer

Balmy by the looks so beguiling A sudden feeling aroused by the essence so quest, You simply smile by the au jus of your lips - A solitaire awaited by the presence so lest, Whoso you deserve – a solemnity within shone; A panorama of thoughts, a swain to be, yours A secret admirer. Yenned for the day so longed A fortune behold by the ephemeral so cadged, You simply versed by the espy of your eyes - A moribund velleity now braced by the apathy of days, Whoso you deserve – a solemnity within shone; A panorama of enamors, an amigo to be, yours A secret admirer. Faith for the beguile so au fait A hollo minced by the depth so pulsated You simply filched thy heart by the ires so true A nascence of juvenile by the paroles of numb Whoso you deserve – a solemnity within shone; A panorama of wordses, a promise to be, yours A secret admirer.