Mad Love

It’s barely been hours since we last spoke, But I’m pacing 'bout like some lovesick bloke. Your eyes — those gems — they haunt my mind, The way they sparkle, teasing, kind. I miss that look, all sultry and sly, The sort that’d stop time, make angels lie. I swear, I’m craving you more than my tea. I’m sitting here thinking the naughtiest things, Of tousled sheets and tangled limbs. Your voice in my ear, low and divine, Whispering secrets that tingle my spine. My body’s here, but my heart’s gone rogue — Off chasing your scent through London fog. Come back, love — you're driving me barmy.