I have SOMNAMBULISM

“Will you tell you dad to
Chop my head off nor will you be
So Cynical of my smile.
Would you think I am labyrinthined
Nor consider me improvident of my scale.
What would you do, if I say TE AMO.

Would you think I’m quixotic nor
Consider my words apparitious
Is it cryptic on my face that I mean it?
Nor derivated nor you’r just Hypothetical of
My words.
Why finding it imponderable and intricated?
What will you do if I say
I love you?

Believe me, its irrefutable and jubilant
I’m just not loquacious yet palpable
My love for you is prohibitive and
Transcendent and viable
You are just so zaftig and making my
Love to be so volatile

Now I say it mmmh
I love you.
Let it all be said
Vituperate nor vitiate my love
I don’t care
Not that I am valetudinarian you
Are just ubiguitous

Now can we tryst for I can’t wait
Drowsy and TIPSY ain’t attacking.”

That’s what she said I said
When I wake up.
But
I love you, what would you do
Cause I just said it