The feeling was ecstatic
Lost in the tides of affection
We were both dance-mates
All too soon the tunes got stuck on replay.
With skipping lines of the song
howbeit our duet lost harmony
And we’ve become unfamiliar to our chorus.
For gain; my love was purchased
And the offering of my devotion
became a spectacle of scorn.
The distance is become my redemption
For my doubts are pruned.
Her song no longer arouses
And the memories; my wisdom pills.
Once I was a prisoner to her love
Seeing she prides as a collector of hearts
Alas choice blindfolded her
And ease is become her undoing
Tis my freedom; if I said I loved you I lied