What was it when I looked at you?
What pow’r has chained me through and through?
And binds my heart with links so tight,
I cannot live without the sight of you?

What nameless thing has captured me?
And made me powerless to flee?
What thing is it without a name,
that brings my mind back e’re the same to thee?

The name of ‘love’ cannot apply.
It’s commoness does not descry,
the haunted, hunted painful cry
that my heart makes for you.

That ere my soul eternal makes for you

-KQVI

Hmmm, a bit close to home that one

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