This love is driving him insane,
His words struggle to explain.
Maybe one day, he’ll have the chance to say
That you are his Jane.
Someday, he will return,
To gift a garland of kisses for you to wear around your neck.
His love is as disorganized as his mind,
So blind to leave someone like you behind,
Even when his heart was wholly inclined toward you.
This could have been a pleasant cruise
If only you had understood his cues.
You are everything he wants.
Smoking the noxious weed called love,
He let his poetry bleed,
For you to read—
So you might understand,
That his love for you will never recede.