You are as infuriating; as you are invigorating
You show your care while you lovingly brush my hair, You kiss my hands Moisten up these dry sands, Make me wish the plane lands, Into an unimaginable trance. You say you worry, So much so that you hurry, To give me suggestions that I bury, Hence you think I’m dreary, Although you call me a fairy. To care about me you are allowed, But not till it becomes my shroud, With great sweetness you are endowed, And to have it with me, I’m proud. How do I explain where to draw the line, While I have in my hand, a glass of wine, That friendship, rather than love, is more divine, And yet make sure you are still mine. You are my friend indeed, while in need or greed. I say this with great honour, You are my armour, you help me remain calmer, Sometimes you leave me nothing but a corner, But that’s your manner. You are refreshing, you are amazing, You are enraging while you are stimulating, You are as infuriating; as you are invigorating.
