The sweetness of your voice
Takes my will power and choice
Calloused hands of magic
Makes this feel all the more tragic
As you pull me near
Something tells me not to fear
The firmness in your arms
While you weaken with your charms
As you hold me tight
Your kiss tells me to not fight
You are the one
This isn’t just fun
So I won’t let go
And you should know
I will do my best
No matter the test
If you should leave
I shall grieve
Remember the words I say
For in memory you will stay.
About the Creator
Stranna Pearsa
A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.
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