My Words.

My words are sweet but poison, a deadly love that strikes hearts.

Only one is immune to my words, fearless but with morals.

But one can truly hear the soft melodies that plays from my harp.

Is this love? A question one might quarrel.

My words are like forbidden fruits, only chosen ones can listen.

My words are tender but stern, bitter but oh so sweet.

Hear my words as they sparkle and glisten.

As my words become more unbearable, we can finally meet.