My Sweet Enemy

Together, all of your beauties
make final your conquest of me.
I am blinded by the beauty of your eyes,
Your smile pierces my soul,
Your full body holds my mind captive.
Maybe I could have fled from one
but not all of your charms.
The long lovely curls of your hair,
how could I not be ensnared.
Even when you are not near,
my breath is almost trapped
when thoughts of you appear.
Resistance is all but futial.
I surrender my love,
to you who has advantage of such beauty of heart, body and soul.
I lay myself at your feet
your conquest is complete.
My sweet enemy.

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