Torment me, dear.

I love you, I love you, and I love you.

I don’t know why at all I love you.

I know I should not at all love you.

I still do, as I can’t help loving you.

Had you not given me that crush and kicks,

Had you not got to rest with my verses,

And had you not admitted my advances

I would not have turned as much obsessed.

Obsess me; harass me; and haunt me.

Only in them lies much thrill of you.

04.10.2003