Because you asked me

I'm gonna write you a love poem.
It's gonna trip you out of your mundane reality. There will be no flowers but .... Birds. If I had a singer's voice, a talent with melody, my poem for you would translate more easily. A love song. I can only hope that your ears, heart, and sensitive body tune in...to mine. I'm gonna write you a love poem. Maybe two, who knows-where this new adventure goes. You fill my spirit with excitement, with hope and for what? I don't exactly know. It's more than just your masculine form that puts me on edge. It goes beyond the seduction in your eyes, your voice. It's probably all that AND the words you would whisper, the love you speak, the probing personal concerns and the understanding you show. Can I hold your hand? Can I touch your heart? You're so very hard to read, a complex book, sometimes open, often hiding ... something ....
I'm already jealous of other women. You make me feel that special.
I'm gonna write you a love poem. Because its the One thing you asked of me. And you seemed so upset. And I shiver when you are close. Although you've made your motives for me pretty clear, I want you to know, I have my own. So...I'm gonna write you a love poem. The ideas are formulating right now. I'm gonna write you a love poem and this is not it.