The Temptress

She sets my heart aflutter So much so I wish she would mutter Those words "I do" In front of onlookers in a pew My heart says it can be so My mind says it is a no Should I continue to try Lock it inside refusing to cry Her tricks put me In some stage of glee Her tricks go tell My heart straight to hell I play hard to get But hope she will not forget I pursue her to no end My heart I will have to mend The power struggle between heart and brain Is larger than one Caesar and Pompey could maintain Although in a few months we depart I cannot deny my heart But I am young I should get over it But wish to hear those words flutter from her tongue