Seed Of Ownness

Suppress my occasional 

Thought that enfeebles 

My confidence below 

The voluptuous pillow,

To bunk from my dreams 

Of forming the world of 

Love with you,

Arraying you as my bride on the altar

And me as your debonair bridegroom.

Yes, suppress my occasional thought with your buss on my lips,

Planting the seed of ownness on the wet land of my heart.