In essence you are my siren
Though a man you may be.
Like bees to flowers, I am trapped.
Your voice, sweet songs, you speak.
Your beauty beholds my heart.
Like sweet nectar I cannot resist;
The pull, this poisonous love.

For you everything I will be.


You have become my rose.
Blossom red to show this passion.
Bloom white, these feelings pure.
Reach out, your embodiment a must.
Yet your thorns remain true,
To these wounds within my heart.

My mind shall stay in adamancy.


Within the night; my star.
Radiant the aura you posses.
That night clouds may never prevail
In the absence of you lights bliss.
Beneath you I remain,
Blanketed are these dreams.
In peace you become my thoughts

As I lay, a poisoned love within my sleep.



(c) Danielle Fonseca