The lips of Velma

Unmet love base on low esteem

Oh Velma
My nightmare to amend-
Your lips are those of scarlet
But woe my wallet
And your eyes those of woods
So i hunger for your food
I am a complete stranger
Fearing danger
But your name oh -Velma
My alma
Matter; cease this raging fire
Of lofty desire!
That I remain quiet
Like the ant without riot.

Author's Note

Discrpitional analysis and emotions of a speaker unable to meet his love because of limitation.