Poem Seeking Reader (Revision 2)

[ThePinsir]

Tired of red roses
and blue violets

If you expect me to compare myself
to a Summer's day, or feel
that love is in the air, then I am not
the poem for you.

I am the humidity that precedes Malaria,
influenza exploding into airborne Ebola,
rhythm without rhyme,
and the stolen fire of insight.
With me, you will finally understand why
a flower is lonely, and why you lie restless I think you fell short of that promise
beneath the moon. I will not be
your Russian nesting doll
for I will never lose myself in you,
though you may in me.

My only real issue is that you said I would finally understand. But don't explain, or provide any real means for me to understand.

Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed the read.