The Limerence

There inside his Limerence
Like a drop within a drain
Watching how she’s frowning
As he’s feeling all her pain

Wishing he could tell her
The way she makes him feel
Wishing that he had the will
To make it all turn real

Limerence in languish
Languishing all along
And maybe if he knew how to rhyme
He’d turn it into song

With verses of adornment
And a chorus made up of pure devotion
But the Limerence is languishing
Beneath the depths of his emotion

- The Snowdog