The mistress of thought
~
she is to me
as the heel to Achilles
a source of weakness
to bring me to my knees
the invader of my thoughts
both by day and night
true passion burns brightly
I am powerless and unable
to change these thoughts
this mistress is powerful
invading my mind with ease
and I, not a word to argue
for there are no words
I fell able to speak
I am down, crestfallen
before her
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