A Lover’s Enchantment
As a moth to a flame, I am to you.
You engulf me in rhapsodies of joy,
Like a blind lover enchained in your ploy.
You fill my mind when I have much to do
And I procrastinate; in pen I spew
Of fussiness and great feelings of coy
And moments with you I’d wish to enjoy.
These thoughts of you, so constantly accrued:
I’m at war with myself! Seeing your face
Turned away from that of mine is torture.
The distance between: The infinite space
Envelopes me in a morose rapture…
Once I start, I’ll forever continue:
If I count the ways I love you.
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