The Prisoner - Poem by Ciearra Everill
What is it about you that makes me feel weak,
And gives me the goose bumps whenever you speak?
Why does the sight of you fill me with pleasure,
Like a spotlight that shines on a glorious treasure?
Are you so different from others I’ve known?
What qualities do you have that are yours alone?
What can it be that fills up my heart?
And makes me feel lost whenever we part?
There’s no easy answer for this marvelous bliss,
For the wonder I feel whenever we kiss,
For the fire that rages at the touch of your skin,
For the way my heart pounds for you way deep within.
It must be the power of love that I feel,
That ties me in bonds that seem strong as steel.
I could fight to get loose, but I’d rather give in;
To stay trapped by your charms is how I will win.
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