Untitled (love poem)

A presence of chemistry,
Missing some one, four, three,
Wish someone can translate,
This feeling before it's too late...

Science hasn't been precise,
I'm going under some tests,
Scientists found a disease,
Incurable and contagious,
Help me before my heart dies...

Decreasing flow of blood in my veins,
My body can't sustain,
I'm in pain,
Where's my medicine?

They found a cure,
It is someone I desire,
A single pour,
Of her sweet sensation,
And I'll be in my resurrection...