She is the object of my desire
The kindling and spark for all of loves fire
My heartbeat grows faster and skips with the fear
Of departing forever and leaving me here
To deal with the facts of a part that’s omitted
The piece of the puzzle to which I’m committed
Without it I’m lost, with no will to go on
But to promise with lies, just to keep it is wrong
Then she winks and she smiles and commands my attention
With eyes that can talk and in ways I can’t mention
I give in again, to resist it is futile
And when she pulls away with an “I win again” smile
It reminds me of why an escape seems a must
To believe all the tales from a book I can’t trust
Would leave me here feeling I’ve lost it once more
But the alternate plan, is to walk out the door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem