Call this a way of alluding to you, sort of an ode
I can’t take this anymore, the languid mode
Along colossal agony, I strode
Wanted to pour out my heart, but got towed
For I may not be a frog in that class, but a toad
It all started when, with your heart, mine echoed
Since then you’ve been my goal and goad
Kindle that ticker of yours and get me stowed
Coz your love is all I need, a little, perhaps an armload
Ultimately you are the one where my heart finds its abode
Together let us walk this invigorating road
And make my heart bestowed.