Two poets could never become true loves
This world will vow these words are true
Flying high all night just like two doves
Regret is brought with morning dew
Waking up to feeling victimized
Peaking over his shoulder she realized
The potion that stirs just beneath his eye lids
A similiar concoction that made her speak mad libs
No drug in her system
The young woman loved him
Yet she plotted on how to escape his chamber
But how wanted she felt under his capture
"Perhaps one more night with him I'll slumber"
And at this moment; she ceased to wonder