Your beauty inflicts
Is draining on
My economy of resource
Your cheekbones have laid the siege
But your intellect is alone enough
To bring me to my knees
Recourse and resistance
The high cost in
Blood and treasure
My will to fight is shattered by
Your light hearted laughter
So fraught with danger
That shy mischievous smile
Triggers Klaxons
All the things you do to my
Interiors
Your eyes like claws
They tear at me
On my heartstrings and other tender
Defences
The cost in blood and treasure grows
With no end in sight
By: Daniel Smallegange
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