A surreal force,
A fleeting glance,
The look in the eye,
Tip-toeing into my heart

Something mysterious about her,
Touching me in the soul and leaving me wanting more,
Vanishing in the blink of an eye,
An apparition making me cry

“Grave danger”, “A Trap” and “A quicksand”,
is where my heart is going to land,
“Stay away”, “It’s not for you”, “Escape”,
is where my head is onto.

In the end, it does not even matter,
If she goes, my life’s gonna shatter,
It may be the former rather than the latter,
But prized possessions don’t come on the platter