Effervescence is the word....
I’ve sought since early teens....
‘Tho I have never understood....
Exactly what it means....
I can’t control my speech, at all....
When it comes into view....
My body shudders, shakes, and sighs....
As bodies sometimes do....
My eyes perceive its beauty, but....
My lips refuse to try....
And ‘ere I can control my fate....
Another chance goes by....
Mysterious, yet warm and free....
Appealing to the touch....
And I would like to claim its use....
So very, very much....
So bubbly and vivacious, too....
It pleases everyone....
And yet there’s something hidden there....
That needs to be undone....
But I will try to persevere....
Its use I will pursue....
And pray I never do it harm....
If good I cannot do....
And if, by chance, I conquer it....
If it should be so kind....
Each syllable will be caressed....
Forever, in my mind....
