I Just Can't Help It

Here is an intriguing love poem.

For Tanesha

 

Tanesha, I’m so glad you accepted my invitation.

I have something to tell you, and it may not surprise you.

Sit down and let me get straight to the point.

I can’t focus on my life because I’m attracted to you.

You’re an intelligent girl so you should be aware of it by now.

I've been trying to conceal my emotion for some time.

You must have noticed the lustful way I look at you.

 

I’ve been kind to you since the moment we met.

You charmed my heart at the age of fifteen.

It shouldn’t have happened because you were a minor.

I’m not implying that you were too young to understand love,

But I didn’t want to get in trouble with the law.

I’m neither a pervert nor a child molester,

So I decided to wait until you’re an adult to talk to you.

 

Hold on; don’t say anything until I finish speaking.

Five years passed, and my feelings for you haven’t changed.

I adore you, sweetie, and I just can’t help it.

You’re such a beautiful woman, Tanesha.

Moreover, I regard you as a very nice person.

I’m obsessed with your pretty face and your sexy body.

And I’d do almost anything to touch your smooth, dark skin.

 

We haven’t had a good conversation for a long time.

I’m sure sometimes you think about it too.

How can I explain this without hurting your feelings?

I thought I could forget you if we avoid social interaction;

On the contrary, it’s definitely not working.

I keep picturing you in my mind, no matter where I go.

And we still see each other from time to time.

 

Tanesha, I love you with intense passion.

And I don’t want you to regard me as a father figure.

I got married a few years before I met you.

And I know that what I’m saying to you is wrong.

Please forgive me, but I just can’t help it.

It doesn’t seem that things will work out in my favour,

So it won’t hurt more to say how I feel about you.

 

If you have feelings for me and want to start an affair,

Now is the best time to do something about it.

You know how much I desire you so it’s your decision.

If you don’t think it’s appropriate to give me your love,

I’ll accept the rejection and bow out gracefully.

I’d rather it ends with you knowing that I love you

Than let you go without telling you what’s on my mind.

Author's Note

This is another bonus poem.