Like the songs of sirens your voice calls to me
A net capturing my soul with just a whisper
The warrior within me fights the alluring call
But inevitably succumbed the deep rooted surrender of your beauty.
I often wonder,
Just how many have fallen
knee knocking Before you
As I have?
I open my mouth to speak
But, Alas, no sound…
just what is it about you?
That hauls away my voice
Widowing my mouth of sound?
I am but an archer
Shooting arrows in darkness
Hoping, just it arrows strikes.
