Tainted Love

Her soul it wonders, For in the night she plunders. Through these thoughts she has inside her head; That never cease even when she lays in bed. Day after day, Night after night, She sees his face in every light. Her heart it yearns, For his head should it turn. And look upon her face; With no disgrace. For she fears he will never know, Truly, truly how he flows. Through every waking thought of hers. She knows not how to tell him; For she knows all of what people call him. A Don Juan he mimics, Which means he has a lot of gimics. Games he plays, Ladies he lays. They come in dozens; Even sometimes his cousins. Why do they yearn so badly for him? Why does his cup overflow it's brim? He is not a Romeo; Yet Juliet would have loved him. Such power does he possess, These women so desire his' caress. Foolish one may call them; Until they see this man. Such charms and ways he has; That these women act as, Under a spell. Like they may be in a jail cell. Trapped and damned to never, Ever be free of this man.