Her green eyes engulf me like the early morning sun

Where dark willows and inter city trains collide

a revision in your destiny to abide

Leaving your soft spoken dreams aside

along with all hope for a change in ocean tide, denied

     And her aroma poisons your senses

Intoxication of your imaginations

A bitter reality amongst your childish innocence 

bringing a purpose to your creation

while your understanding of the situation develops,

and the tide had turned...

But not in the manner of your greatest concern

because you're to be left unnoticed;

a reflection to the invisibility of what she calls her imperfections

    Her seduction unintentional

Her lips inducing my subconscious individual

A necessity over-analyzed by my habitual attempts at making myself desirable

My infatuation never advertised, yet consistently unbearable to your irresistibility

So I figure I'll lay low, for one day tempation will bring her to me, as I am to be unforgettable

I just hope this day comes before my end

because there's something you don't know...