I fear I've lost my wits tonight,
Left for dead on the dining room floor.
Perhaps the moonlight calls my name,
While she promises more and more.

Of all the things I could've feared,
How did it end up this?
Terrified of a girl with lilted voice,
And a silken touch and kiss.

How could my weakness become,
Someone so very vulnerable,
When I put in place measures,
To stop me from hunting for her.

I know not if this is love,
Though it certainly was before,
Yet there is a budding brilliance in,
The concept of me and her.