is it wrong

my alluring beauty looks like a bloom;

even the street digests me, dumbfounded;

listening and watching me, perplexed,

the air around me drives in an abstract,

making you look at me like an alien;

but with all that, you approached me,

tantalized, by my intangibility, and let

your sentiments manifest intensely,

asking me, — (like a bullet in the gun),

pardon me, but is it wrong if I want to…