Stop giving me that silly face!
You touch me and leave in a hurry.
Why do you taste what you won’t eat?
And you know how much I need you.
The winter has gripped me so badly,
Yet you sting me like a busy bee,
And dance away like an injured eel.
You deny me that sigh of relief.
Leaving me in the middle of a breath.
Dear sneeze, please, wait till I exhale
And stop giving me that silly face.