Confession

If she is a heart throb,

Just let her know.

Your feelings freely flow.

Her thoughts no one can rob.

Just turn the door knob,

Come in and play your song slow.

In the strong current as your boat row.

Or like an empty pan over hob,

High flame burning your skin.

So is your passion dying within.

Trust your heart once,

Her name as you pronounce.

Thy mellow voice,

Shall surely entice.