Lost to your eyes

Lost to your eyes

The subtle art of seduction resides behind your eyes, the moment that they are seen, you will hear his sighs

Struck by infatuation his heart is lost as his fire burns, he can think of nothing else, you are all that he now yearns

He can think of nothing else other than to hold you in his arms, to be mesmerized by your beauty, to be enchanted by your charms

To run his hands across your skin, to feel your magic touch, he would pay with his soul, no cost would be to much

To have you spend some time with him would truly be devine, he would adore you from that moment on, until the end of time

He goes to bed every night praying you'll appear within his dream, so he can bow before you and pay homage to his Queen

The art of your seduction I've tried to place in rhyme, sadly he'll end up sad and broken hearted because you're already mine

Ron.