For thou hast encountered no greater love,
than the love of this woman,
who would have you reciprocate the same.
Quietly weep in sadness,
but I've no shame of loving you this way.
Like an avalanche,
engulfing the very crevices of mountains high;
hast thou ever experienced such warmth,
from the tender shy emotions of one so in love with you?
Willing you to be infected,
by the avariciousness of their affections;
A woman possessed, by a never-ending diet of love!
There has been no greater love in your lifetime,
than one who waits, consuming rejection from the elusive beau,
whose confusion is akin to a conflagration;
not knowing who to choose,
being spoilt for choice.
Still yet will swear undying devotion,
from an undecided mind,
so as to fend off the constant questions that burn your ears.
For to be honourable you cannot,
and uncertainty causes you to be unable to,
fulfil another's heart's desires.
You know not the art of being sincere in love.
There is no greater love,
than a woman who patiently awaits,
just a little sign where happiness is at the end!
Preferring to be the love of your life,
but with your devotion!