\"Come to me\",
He whispered to my soul
\"Gladly\", it responded
Perhaps the greatest feeling is the one we are all scared of enduring
Perhaps we feel we shouldn\'t take a risk,
Or maybe we are the risk
Stroking my hair he began to discuss his faults,
Assuming I had any to share
Lowly he spoke, As if alluring me
Gazing into my eyes he began picking my brain, Guessing my thoughts,
In assurance some were of him
Doubtful I felt my demons laughing in them,
Why this man is truly in love they presumed,
\"Why, this man is about as wrong of your feelings as you are.\"