A Romantic poem during Delhi Journey

Today during my journey to Delhi the weather was romantic, so am I, the result is

Ah well those tipsy eyes

I Wish I could drink off them

And lay in her enchanting arms

Which, I say, are no less than a harem

Ah well her slender neck

I wish a vampire I were

How in delight could have feasted

On the warm blood trickling down her lavaliere

Ah well her smile of entice

I wish I were but a taxidermist

Could have preserved for eternity

The piece of art at its bitchiest

But then my single status started bothering me largely and stared listening to Bob Marley. You must have heard his masterpiece No woman, No cry. This poem, may I say, came to me while I was trying to get to Marley mood

No woman, no cry

Neither stress, nor tears

No woman, no cry

No bloody hangovers

But then life's so dry

Void and lonely

Not a soul to pry

Just an obligation to live

I did try

Mister Marley I did

Booze and joint, what not

Still this dry

Bloody lemme cry

Let me pay the price