The Prisoner
What is it about you that makes me sense weak,
And offers me the goose bumps on every occasion you speak?
Why does the sight of you fill me with pleasure,
Like a highlight that shines on a wonderful treasure?
Are you so distinctive from others I’ve known?
What traits do you have that are yours alone?
What can it be that fills up my heart?
And makes me sense misplaced each time we part?
There’s no convenient reply for this amazing bliss,
For the surprise I experience each time we kiss,
For the furnace that rages at the contact of your skin,
For the way my coronary heart kilos for you way deep within.
It ought to be the energy of love that I feel,
That ties me in bonds that appear sturdy as steel.
I may want to combat to get loose, however I’d alternatively provide in;
To continue to be trapped by way of your charms is how I will win.
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