Facsimile

Facsimile of my creation 

Is in my eyes, 

Facsimile of my creation 

Is on my lips, 

Facsimile of my creation 

Is in my etiquette.

Every time you procrastinate 

To peruse my creation 

Thinking it jejune, 

I proffer it through 

My every part. 

Oh! My diamond, 

I am Panglossian that 

One day you would 

Go through it 

And the fragrance of love 

Would capture your breath. 

Filling my yearning, 

You would come to my life 

As a significant other.