Can someone handle my romantic soul ?

My words aren’t love bombing

It’s just because my heart is blooming

When I think about this girl from Seoul.

Sometime I talk too much about her,

I can’t forget the blurry line of her blurred face

And, I’m this curious poet, always wordless

When I dream about her fragrance of flowers.

Cooking, writing, thinking I can give all of me,

Just trying to please to her sight,

Feeling my true desire burning inside

All my verse for her are always so lovely.

But, I don’t deserve any fugitive love,

Neither to drown in her almond eyes

Or to smell her black hair under the sad skies.

Can someone travel in my hidden soul and above ?