Like a graph, you made me rack my brain, plotting how to come up to you
First time I saw you, you dazzled, last time I got dazzled, I had just seen you.
Like a graph, you made me think tirelessly, how can I get us to intersect eventually
I was never the one to love maths, but damn! you had me calculating ways in which we could get entangled in hot romance.
No, I didn’t mean to be offensive
Though your appearance always left me awe-STRUCK.
And there was the church boy fantasizing carnal things
Oh goodness, what have you turned me into? Not that I want to revert the change though.
I would water the ocean and fire up the volcano at your bidding
Dance to total silence and speak to dad in latin.
And if you thinking what I’ve written doesn’t make sense, please, goddess
How am I supposed to think straight with your curve in the way?