My feet will take me far from here,

And you will watch me disappear –

Whilst your lips whisper lies

In poetic rhyme and beg me to stay.

I won't look back, 'though you wish

I would - look behind and be trapped;

Come running back to your welcoming

Arms. O' you enchantress

I know you think I want you,

But 'tis not the truth. I need you,

Crave you, am addicted to you

With lustful longing and aching heart.

But I cannot (must not) stay.

You are charming, beautiful,

Wild and free. I cannot, would not

Dare tame you.

And eventually it would be my heart

Bleeding tears.