These emotions shall attempt to rise,
Send waves of fire through my veins.
Their will to offer my heart a sacrifice,
Despite the pleas of my warring mind.
But the limits of my soul will not be defiled,
As these feelings reign and run wild.
These emotions that seek lofty paradise,
Grow like vines in the center if my eyes.
Excites my nerves with such bliss.
It still is engraved merely with a kiss,
But the border of my will remains strong,
As these feelings convince me that they aren’t wrong.
These emotions that swear they know my fate,
Condemn my reasoning with a groan.
They tell me I’ve gone too far that it is too late,
That my desires my future is not my own.
But the moat that surrounds my fort,
Will not surrender the yearnings of my heart
2 comments:
Grow like veins in the center if my eyes" is that supposed to be (of my eyes?)
True enough...yet wanted to rhyme..creative rights
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