In
Addiction
Like the dew of the early dawn, Slipping from the petals of orchid, Your thoughts slip over my psyche, Enchanting, Bewitching and slowly, I drown in it, Helpless I am, And when I hear the breeze, Rising from your meadows, It sings ode of your persona, Of which I wish to be a stanza, The one with relentless rhyme, For when you sing...
