By emily2u | From the Heart | 28 Mar 2021

I’d like to caress and hold
Your hair of spun gold.
So far, I’ve dallied,
As I’m yellow-bellied.
You only need look my way,
And all I wanted to say,
Fly out from the interior;
Next to you, I’m inferior.

Think of you, I’ll get a fever,
My tummy will quiver.
All over me, blood rushed,
Embarrassingly, face flushed.

Wonder when I’ll manage
To pluck up enough courage;
It’s you I hope to court,
After cowardice is fought.

*Photo credit Ryanniel Masucol from Pexels

How do you rate this article?




Malaysian based in Ipoh trying to learn about the cryptocurrency space.

From the Heart
From the Heart

Sharing my poetry, Haiku and other heartfelt thoughts.

Send a $0.01 microtip in crypto to the author, and earn yourself as you read!

20% to author / 80% to me.
We pay the tips from our rewards pool.