If i do/
not marry U,/
can i ask U out?/

If I resist/
nuptual bliss,/
could we scream and shout?/

I think dancing/
and romancing/
could be fun/
with the right some1!

Missed the chance to dance/
with my intellectual/
banter buddy. Sad.

I’ve seen women who/
hang out. You are in too good/
of shape to do that.

Why dont we talk more?/
You say you want to, but then/
you vanish quickly.

Don’t women know: When/
they make a booty call to/
a guy, just do one!

I’m such a putz/
I must drive you nutz.
To have forgotten your birthday,
in my own unique way?
I’m truly a bonehead delux.

If you weren’t so cool/
I probably wouldn’t drool/
over you so much,
and be so out of touch,/
like a silly fool.

Men go to dances/
where you aren’t and discuss if/
they can melt your ice.

I can’t explain
you to myself,
nor my brain.
I look at you in wonder,
and wonder:
“Am I going insane?”
To like you so much;
to want to reach you,
to reach out for you,
and to feel and give touch.
To feel like I should
refrain,
and I would
if I could.
It’s more than I can explain.
But I like it.
A lot.
Two Wordsworth.

I think that girl is/
attractive. She makes my heart /
swell and go active.