A Wallflower Loves You

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.