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
Copyright © Andrew Plath | Year Posted 2007
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