All it takes is a momentary glimpse
Calmed by a few solitary words
And I am subject to your spell again
I follow you aimlessly
At your beck and call
Though you never speak
If your are like wine
Which grows better with time
Then let me wait till you are ready
Wanting to break the curse
Struggling for courage
Waiting for the right opportunity
You are the end of me
Dare I wake from this dream?
As if there was ever a choice
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