My Sweetie, I am besotted by your gentle beauty
Whilst you waltz in
And have all the girls stare
Of course, I am one of those girls
Brunette locks, with lipstick on
Yet, my Sweetie, my naivety predicates a selfish stupidity
Rather almost taboo
Falling for a taken man
My years approaching
As yours become an indefinite epilogue
My Sweetie, I\'m still kindling an idealised passion
Even upon your oblivious gaze
My most painful punishment
Which is an incurable agony
But, my Sweetie, I surrender to your pain