Ah, but such bitter sweet power
Your hands thy doth hold
For love to be this heavenly
Or mere memory to be this bold
Frantic, i am with worry
For i am under thy spell
I've found myself engulfed and entwined
In thine most beguiling of wishing wells
I cannot grant thee sweet permission
To stem this fire that burns
For i must be properly asked
Even though bodies doth yearn
So rescue me out of thine well dear sir
And allow for me to be proper and apt
For casual daliances i n'er practice
And this dear sir 'tis a fact
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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