A Scholar Romance

Finding acquaintance with women has put me on a wild-goose chase, making my mind so water-logged with gross and unbearable lack of confidence. Your presence has cancelled these memories and caused me into an acute Amnesia, remarkably stimulating me to attempt an emotional brinkmanship. You are the center of my personal project but I end up being the research specimen. Your first impression goes contrary to your personality brochure. My heart has toiled to be different, coming close with rhythms of a calypso. Your humble attention is a good converter of wishful thinking to reality, witnessed by the consensus of hormones emanating from both sides and evident by the glamorous book-length positivity from your visage. Having you face to face alone is a huge vicissitude a body so much younger than the mind, preserved like a hidden albumen in boiled egg and your nude when covered in silky blankets presents like newly made shawama. I am in love with you, my sunshine, vouchsafe your heart to me please. I’m not ambivalent; I’ve long given you my keys and to another, my life isn’t capacious so accept my blank cheque, sign and cement this blessing stamped with my loyalty, faithfulness and love.