Tis day I love him,
Tis day I can't help but notice him,
From the eyelids to the lips,
Tis day his mistakes are opaque,

He's perched on my heart,
Tis day I am nervous,
Tis day I tantalize,
He's paid some Tariff and found someway in my heart,

I Gossip about him in my poem,
Because his love is a tour,
Tis day I talk to him in my head ,
Tis day I can't help but dream 'bout him,

He's a vista to my eyes,
Tis day I worry 'bout his problems
Tis day the love is ever longing,
Tis day I hope for a tryst,
My love for him might never fade,
..........Tis day will I always love him.

© my perception