My Romantic Nature

Please,

Let me see
That face,
So free.
That grows towards the breeze.

Like flowers to the sun,
Warm,
Fun.
But no daffodil or daisy may
Like you can,
Make me crazy.

And it's hazy
How only you can exist
And yet your presence,
Makes me twist
With effervesence.

My innards swarm,
They are a hive where
Dread insects thrive
On convolution.