I wish I knew how to quit you, my love,
Yet my heart clings to you like morning dew,
A bond unbroken, entangled above,
In this eternal dance, forever true.
Oh, how I long to sever this tight thread,
That binds our souls in painful symmetry,
To break away from this love that has bled,
And find solace in sweet serenity.
But alas, my love, I am but a slave,
To your enchantment, your irresistible lure,
Caught in the tempest of passion's brave,
Unable to resist to find a cure.
I wish I knew how to quit you, my dear,
Yet your hold on me is crystal clear.
