my mind is poisoned
from the vemon
that seeps from your words
and into my soul
I am a slave unto you
a prisoner of war
from a battle
I never fought
you mistress of beauty
how I am captivated by your eyes
and amused
by your smiles
I would die inside
if I saw you cry
but my timid soul
will never know
what joy or what pleasures
it could have
if only it would
only for a moment
speak the truth
and finally give in
to desire |
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