Cease messing with my feelings, I pray thee!
Don't be the Zacchaeus in need of a tree.
My feeling's grown up, mega pregnant,
Oscillating now and then, indeed not stagnant.

Ought I to be to you the mendicant at the beautiful gate;
Why treat me like a dry bone? Can't we just date?
I am a living soul, not the entombed Lazarus,
Madly in love with you, for you're so precious.
May I know your code, my jewel, my angel?
I know, yes, I'm sure you aren't that Jezebel.
About you and me, to the world I shall always tell.

But you, my dear, have glued the hand of the clock,
Stationary ever, like one in a manacling lock.
Darling, I must confess, this freaking sucks,
I guess I gotta go the the House on the Rocks.

Just so you know,we've come to the crossroads,
And the earlier I decide, the better for us.
I've lingered now and then over the choice,
But the more I linger, the more I lose my voice.
Loving you, I promise, comes with a mega gain,
And should there be none, we'll share the pain.

Cease messing with my feelings, I pray thee!
Don't be the Zacchaeus in need of a tree.
My feeling's grown up, mega pregnant,
Oscillating now and then, indeed not stagnant