worse than

Worse than words, I am tongue tied for her. Too further than fore, I am behind the times. Worse than want, I am in need of hot, Kisses to riddle my arms Neck and mind 'til I feel no harm. But you are warring, too. Aswimming through my mind, As I wade my way to you. Worse than knowing, Is forgetting, May we grow on, And these literary kisses find you.