You

Now the foolish 

Mind jerries 

Why you like 

My malarkey. 

You often 

Sit beside 

Lending 

Rapturous smiles, 

Listening to my prattle. 

Sometimes,

You lean 

On my shoulder 

And your fingers 

Stop my lips 

To win attention.

Yes, 

Now the heart swells 

With your thought, 

Eyes talk to the silence, 

Philophobia arouses 

To whisper 

'she is no more your friend, 

She is your inamorata.'