Always thinking about you.

My darling, what a fool I am.

I reckon you've come to meet my weaknesses.

That I without restriction have given you my love over my own defense.


So well guarded I was trying to stay that I didn't see your love-potion slip into me.

Through the spaces of your lips did it creep within me and take me by such a storm.

But now I see I've let myself come to this.

The choice has always been mine to love you.

But so madly,

so unconditionally,

so effortlessly;

did you make me yours.