Love, I hate to be so amorous, I wish this was anonymous, At least I ain't any blasphemous, my soul has become boisterous... Baby, you are cryptogamous, you make me feel carnivorous, If I control it, it's disastrous, 'cause your love is dead delirious. You, love, are so eximious, your ways are so erogenous. Before me, you were flirtatious, Before you I was fastidious... Now, I feel so gratuitous, And I've become so generous... My delirium feels humongous, My poem sounds homophonous Your music tastes infectious, My fight becomes innocuous. Sometimes one feels so jealous, One forgets how life is joyous