Entrapment

Entrapment

My honest eyes, they weren't what they seemed,
a selfish gaze, regrettable and blind;
it begged your charm, and as I beamed,
your essence slipped into my mind.
I'd thought of you, the most exquisite game,
a pleasurable, abstract flirtation;
but I dared fate, and you became,
my aching heart's fascination.
And now I'm lost to this forsaken hope,
entreating such grim practicalities;
though if your heart, within its scope,
should find that ever it agrees:
I think, perhaps, at long last it is true,
I'd give the world to cherish you.