"Lure"

Within the depths of my heart I shall never let go

my soul yearns to grasp a hold of this wild spirit

triumph's occurence will never cease to interfere

it's her gentle touch i hold dear

Smooth with round edges and scars that inflict fears

the abrupt departure of fellow acquaintances left her in tears

all boats sail away she profusely proclaimed

all but one remained to stay

Such voluptuous beauty this one beholds

accustomed to invalid admirance

this one has failed to hear the truth that shall

be told