Illusions of You

You see I choose to refuse the excuse I’m used Leaves my soul feeling bruised I’m so confused do I call a truce I guess I assumed I was doomed you see, So I resumed my play with the sweet smell of perfume on me, As I let you coerce me through your diversity in elegant spoken verse to me, Yet that’s worse you see Letting you immerse me within your curse so urgently leaving me to explore you nervously it’s your being from head to floor that’s so freeing It’s your true being I was seeing, embracing your very core I fell deeply in love with you before While to myself I swore You I will always adore So pardon this rude intrusion But your my cure, and my solution At the conclusion of this evolution I can’t ignore it may be the illusion of you I love more