I converse with my conscience,
In somehow finding ways to captivate you,
To surrender you with my love,
A cage which bounds entry of any other, just you and me,
Your way of talking,
Your way of preaching,
Addicting and alluring me by weakening the chains around my hearts,
Star strucking me everywhere,
It now feels like amnesia,
Now that you restricted yourself from me,
Banishing all sorts of entry in my heart,
But still I have that special slot left for you and only you,
Its like i'm being dragged in the Egyptian era,
Where I i'm Cleopatra,
Or being offered a role in Shakespeare play,
Where I play Juliet and you my Romeo,
It was technically not love at first sight,
It was more of an appeal,
A disease a virus,
That infected me thats what I forsee,
Like Jane Austin's novel,
You as Mr Darcy and I as Ms Elizabeth,
Or it feels like being in the Victorian era,
Where you play Troilus and I play Cressada,
My historical insight,
Enrages my thoughts,
Comparing our lives in accord to them,
Our love so beautiful that will always remain.
