If you look a little longer into my eyes,
I will be forced to kiss you.
I can’t control myself anymore.
I have shifted my thoughts to you now,
no matter if it’s right or wrong.
No matter the consequences, I will pursue you.
You will consume me.
Yours is a face I have grown to love,
in spite of all my better judgement.
My demented heart longs for you.
The week mind, despite knowing all the dangers,
can do nothing to stop my heart on the prowl.
And it does not matter whether you desire me
or merely accept my presence.
Because of or despite all your actions, I will call you mine.
I will brand you.
I will capture you as I have others before you.
But you will be different.
I will never again take for granted
the good things bestowed upon me
or the things I have fought hard battles to possess.
No, for you I will let go of every other thing,
however strongly I fear to let it go.
You are the idol which both hands will cling to.
You will not be loosed from my grasp.