If from your lips came tenderness
Or sweet poison to my soul
The spell you cast, I'm already under
My heart you've but stole.                    

Though if my lips are sealed
To my neck this poison you offer
It shall flow into my veins so smooth
Reaching my heart there after.

A thief in the night to greet me
With such desires as this
When all the while, it was the thief
Who held the poisoned kiss.

The spell you wish to cast dear thief
Is that which I cannot refuse
For if you stare deep into my soul
I already belong to you.