My Eloquent words mask the trap's depart
Uncontrollable with a certainty
So shards never miss her targeted heart
A perfume so sweet her eyes could not see
Her soul would be all mine through candied grace
We'd move to closer, more personal things
Like heated contact; inadequate space
To my lips movement her sanity clings
Natural phenomenons like violent wind
Could not confine my charming advances
Staggering with verbose shackles she's pinned
My lies dressed in lace; forging romances
Though my flourished venom is arresting
Seems I'm the one weak without protesting
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