Pathetic?

• Mohamed Reslan, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

Am i nought but a moody teenager?
Is it lust,that with my heart i wager?
Does Satan tempt me from my religion?
Yet lib'eral eyes make me a shallow sea
Respect makes the limits her gorgeous face
So why do my emotions move apace?
I came for her body, stayed for her mind
That on her stunning voice did place a bind
Look how she doesn't waste mind nor voice
How she speaks so well, with perfect choice
While many fantasies she does inspire
She keeps them clean with her burning fire
How she does her hair leaves me breathless
Her constant glaring smile,amidst deathless
While my friends mock my heart's obsession
Her denial would stop loves possession