Whats love got to do with it?
She whispered those words and all went askewIt was all too perfect till she said, "I love you"
he stammered, he stuttered, he fiddled for word
but nothing could fix the word that he heard
locked on his eye she awaited reply
he quivered, he quake, he looked back at the eye
It wanted his freedom, his life and his soul
It wanted him all, it wanted control
he reasoned she'd come with treacherous plot
he was absent escape, he was dead at the spot
he smiled through his teeth and with eloquent aim
looked back at the eye and asked,
"What is your name?"
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