The Stimulus of My Love

If from love I should flee To hide the shame that smudges my name According to a lovers’ decree I’d have only my incompetence to blame While her heart throbs Expecting action and perceiving inaction Swept into an inquiry that probes Why my predilection To dither To lose the power to utter how much I love her When her presence makes my knees quiver I curse my inability to deliver Words she longs to hear From poetry buried deep within the manifesto She expects couched in clear Tones dropped pronto In confines within earshot That should steer love to a platform Where the cot and pot Where love expectations roam Receive a speedy stimulus From me to elicit the right response The love focus At once If her love I’m to win With her full cooperation To install the queen Who rules both my heart and my attention.