Though I seduce to play your mind
Like Orpheus lyre - dispell me for'ver
To the deepest darkest corner of thought
Remove my seed to bear no fruit
Unless to see me grow then feel no more
And be so defiled
For as the moon defends her sky
against the perils of the villanous night
shield your every atom of thought
Build a wall to block me
If you choose to cherish your heart
Or be consumed to lose all touch
Hence hate become your fate
But I pray its not too late
copyright(c) godfrey morris 2013
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