Monday, March 2, 2009
You have stolen my being, my identity.
By making me imbibe the wine of love
you have intoxicated me.
With one glance, my free wandering spirit
has been captured by you.
I gave my life to you, my very substance;
you took my tears without glancing back.
You carried the soul from my body
and yet you are still part of that soul;
you inflicted pain, but are still the remedy.
You destroyed the kingdom of my heart
with the sword of coquetry,
but are still its sovereign ruler.