As the moon lit the grass from far away
And the wind sings along with your heartbeat.
I feel like a Giselle, beholding your formal past,
And unfold a twist within our path.
Your smile may sting like the Dickens.
And your words may be poison to my ears.
But the spell of lust had shaken me,
From the established wounds of fears.
Your eyes shine bright like the galaxies,
Each glance plants a star on my face.
Each slow, sweet gesture,
Draws constellations I can never trace.
You pulled me closer, dear.
With an embrace, so warm but, yet so unloved.
And an agonizing whisper that says,
**"I can never be enough."