Dive In

Bout- feelings durin infatuation

Dive in, into thee,
Thou are not, a part of me,
Oh, to plant thee’s aroma,
Into a flower,
If it were so,
Would come back every hour.

To tantalize, human senses,
Uplift spirits, break all fences,
Tasteless, bland, is everything,
That which excludes thoust being.

Earthly, heavenly, all sensations,
Myriadly enriched is the narration
of nerves to the brain,
When this situation occurs...
Contact with thou; birth to countless verse.

Time, and time again,
Will force a rebegin,
But promise of this honorable gentleman,
Shall stick to thee, till the damned end.