MY WILL
Searching it was me you found,
And with your passionate words,
I felt we were bound.
Sensing something special and real,
was there.
Some kind of sixth sense,
Told you I was rare.
Acting on impulse,
The banter began.
And with these feelings,
Away I ran.
Not understanding,
The instant connection we felt.
The blow of attraction,
that was dealt.
And now I wonder of you,
will I ever get my fill?
You are my passion,
you are my Will.
And with your passionate words,
I felt we were bound.
Sensing something special and real,
was there.
Some kind of sixth sense,
Told you I was rare.
Acting on impulse,
The banter began.
And with these feelings,
Away I ran.
Not understanding,
The instant connection we felt.
The blow of attraction,
that was dealt.
And now I wonder of you,
will I ever get my fill?
You are my passion,
you are my Will.
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