My jargon ain't a sham
thus flee from the jumble
of the jeopardy of infatuation.
Close fit your intoxicating eyes
it's my desire's fiat.
Not to trust in the disguise of
but to enmesh your gorgeous heart
to be replenished in my florid heart.
I'll bolster your feeble love
so to move as I step forward
never to let you tumble
rather topple and sink dip
yonder in my romantic ecstasy.
My arms are as falcon's wings
abound with jolly care.
Create a willing zeal
of my indelible intrinsic love.
A zeal, I plea.