The fond tenderness in her porcelain hands, She lays so delicate rubbing her soft thumb in my palm, Pulling on my affectionate attraction which I not yet understand. Have we always held our delicate electric love? Or has the new dawn of chivalry released this dove? Is this simply a delectable infatuation? Or a sincere connection? Not confused, just lost in you in these bittersweet moments, You say you do not have a single string attached to me, Alas, for I am your dedicated puppet my dear. There is no land nor sea I wouldn’t traverse to only draw near, For you see, it is only my nature, To love such a stranger.