Your picture which I have in hand,
By itself could never stand;
For in dimensions, it does lack
The third and foremost of the pack.
It will not kiss me on command;
It cannot love me on demand;
And warmth, it never can imbue
To this poor soul who yearns for you.
Torture me no more, my sweet;
Pictures can't such passions treat;
And if they burn as mine do now,
They need to be relieved somehow.
Thus, to this truth, I do adhere,
That only you, my Doctor dear,
In three dimensions, can you clear
This burning which is so severe.
So fly to me - do not delay;
I cannot wait another day;
And free me from the torments of
This raging three-dimensioned love.
YOU ARE READING
Allowing You To See Inside Me
PoesiaThis is a book of my poetry, the title is exactly what it is this is me this is who i am my feelings, my life, this is my stories. Some of the poems comes with a short paragraph at the end to tell my readers what inspired my poem i truly hope yall d...
