My! My!

I want to shout a poem
About how I dream
Of that gleam in your eyes
I want to shout
But all that comes out is, «My! My!»
I want to sing of flowers in spring
But oh dear, when you’re near I just die
I want to sing
But can’t sing a thing but, «My! My!»
I should say, «Oh, how lovely!»
I should say, «Ah, how sweet!»
I should have Shakespeare at the tip of my tongue
But every time we meet…
I look at you and what do I do,
I get weak, I can’t speak, I just sigh
And though I try the best I can sigh is, «My! My!»