I think of you as a goddess
Sculpted with smoothest of clay,
Blend of utter perfection,
A gleaming Aphrodite,
So deep – so sheen.
Sui generis, arcane,
As all beautiful things should be
My illusions have woven
Intricately in your reality;
On either sides, to hide from the desire of you is impossible.
I adore your beauty,
But absolve me from this enchantment,
an enchantment I initiated myself,
This jejune feeling I have clasped with both mind and heart.
Make me thine, as you, I have made mine
And through time, your beauty I will absorb,
And of my spell, be set free