I think it’s odd,
How they express this burning passion in me;
Just Three Letters all they say
With a shrinking face and disgust on it_
It bothers me,
But they don’t bother:
All that they cared for
The jubilation of categorizing one’s feelings for Love.
Still those Three Letters disturbs me
For their auspicious and frightening tone,
But I think I have fallen in love,
How they rhymes so nicely with ‘Lay’_
The peace I found
While gracing my lover
And on his chest I lay.