I wake in terror to the thought
Of never having you
Its claim upon me is so
Vehemently blue
The stars will not come out unless
You tell them too
I will not leave this place
Until I am made a fool
Why does such a simple creature
Have a hold on me?
What is this cosmic power
That chains me to this solemn tree
Oh, how I wonder and I
Blunder for the signet key
Her eyes they told me
Hands they sold me,
Never to be free.
A slave made, was I,
A hopeless wretch,
Blinded.
A power, a scheme,
A flame of desire,
Acquired.
No hope to escape,
No ladder to climb
Above.
Trapped forever,
Feels so strange,
It’s love.
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