Philosophical

Oh, Kafka, you wonderful little thing! 
Why don't you come a bit closer? 
Oh, no, don't make me say it! 
You already know that I love you, my sweetness 
 
You went a good arm's length to address 
The issue, my goodness, but aim for the head 
When you squirmed around like a mess 
You still thought from the same old frame 
 
To truly be beetle 
Your heart must ache for mold 
When you hear a loud sound 
You must know darkness for cover 
 
You know how to feel with your antenna! 
Don't give it any more thought... 
You trace the geometric lines of her perfect lips 
What you feel is what your being dictates 
 
Kafka, I am glad that you came so close 
I finish up by claiming: 
Be a man truly 
Cast her spell of beauty

Kafka Beetle