In Her World... Poem by Vyktor Ekott

Round and about in her world
With love I felt, though divine
I saw the bait, I saw the sign
Was it a plot or deceitful design?

She came, she saw, she countered
All my plans and games, she altered
In my heart, the password, she entered
Viola! My emotional bread is buttered.

With her, I’m lost for words
She’s my mistress, I’m her lord
I know my passion is strange and absurd
But don’t get it wrong, it’s simply her world.

In her world, there I belong
My heart is weak, but hers is strong
To human sense, my passion is wrong
But the world is hers, and there I belong.