I cannot have what I do not take.
If you don’t surrender yourself fully then I am left here in torment.
For your free will negates my selection
And we are without that which we desire.

Clearly heartache is the avoidable downfall.
I’ll take the illusion of aloneness any day
Over this middle ground limbo.
Though on hold, at least what I feel is true.

Why do we chase this allusive enchantment?
Does it not come to us without request?
Do we really choose it or does it choose us?
Surely we can’t have what we don’t create
And with you there is a passion so on fire that I cannot look away.

Maybe it’s the honest truth that without struggle it is all pointless. Lifeless.
Maybe I should be welcoming the battle in all its many dialogues and all its schemes.
Knowing that there is no victory in complacency arms me for war.

You are a rose in a thornbush
I handpicked you and with ease.
There’s no putting you back.
Your aroma has possessed me.

So dial me in and shed your status on impulse.
You’ve made your choice, now make it real.
Dwell with me for forever.
Cancel the delay and give the upheaval a fighting chance.

Winters air can snuff these fevered hearts
As we toe this minefield set ablaze.
Take my hand, I’ll shield your fervor
And make you forget the trap from which you’ve been sprung.

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