Your beauty make known
And your heart no more of stone
Let your eyes not be so attentive to the ground
And indifferent to the sound
Of sincerities of words of infatuation
Put love on your list of expectations
It is you my heart is beckoning
And you whose heart is unawakening
Of feeling your heart attempts to go numb
But surely you still possess the sense of touch
So torture not yourself trying not to succumb
When incidentally our fingers meet
And with my lips, yours I greet
Fight not the feelings, you'll be in defeat
Such fire between us consumes all
Impossible it is to extinguish
Its flames can never fall
To your desires surrender
It'll make you not weak
But a participant of life's pleasures
Oh, so sweet.
