(The following poem is about an 'idea' of a feeling, not about a person).
Allow me to massage the loins of your mind
Let me exfoliate the surface of your being with the cleansing words of my true feelings
Grant me your permission to exploit your greatness
The pressure of my love for you is considerably weightless
My mind does overtime thinking about you
I become immersed with envy when I see guys winking at you
Everyday The depth of my love sinks deeper within
You are mine and only I can comprehend the fulfilling numbness of the feelings I possess
So re-read what I just wrote...finally got my feelings off my chest
