With immense addling......

With immense addling, my heart wringer

As, how and why, there is no “Amour bell” on ringer

What encumbered it,

What is so trammelling, My dear

It could be affable and amiable

Listen to It’s ‘Plus’, O hear!

It’s been so long since am trying

With nail on head n heart am lying

Each morrow, I desire to be your heart’s desire

Each dusk, makes my heart burn with Fire.

The “Third Degree” to me that you attempt

A ‘peck of love’ is what my bosom tempt

Believe me, it isn’t high as uphill

It is just to dive-in and stay still…..

I come to you with rose, You come to me with Gun

Why and what makes you crusty, Dear Hon

It is love all over that could make you win

It is tenderness that makes you fly with no fin.

Come up you one , and I’ll take two before

The day “They” made me see you, You stood in my core

I stand affirm, on you being my bosom’s pash

You are the one for whom my heart goes rash.