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