It is the way you use your words
The gifts of them you make
The compulsion I see in you
I’m not sure how to take
This type of true intensity
Has really played its part
Tattoos a mark I’m sure will scar
Upon my mind, and heart
I have never known someone
To give as soon as you
As much the best part of their mind
With purpose not untrue
I made you my owner
And now you are my pet
Epiphany has struck, My God!
My match may have been met
Unwilling to concede to you
The game’s more fun this way
I think I might enjoy this ride
See just how hard you play…
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