In this part of the story,
I will be the poet, and you my muse.
I’ll draw my inspiration from
Your chestnut brown lips,
Your curved mustache
And lustful eyes.
I’ll float my words around you,
Scratch them out and tear them to shreds.
I’ll make you seek me out
Amongst a host of women and
Talk to me about the moonlit night,
Buy me roses and take me out
To surprise candlelight dinners.
I’ll make you burn in envy
By laughing out loud at your friend’s joke.
In the concluding lines,
You’ll abdicate your throne of security
To wake up by my side
On every morning of the rest of your life;
Just like in that film you watched last evening with my friend
While I stayed awake waiting for your call.