She steps into the room
and all the dark corners fill with light
soft music perfumes the air
Colors are softer, more sensual

She speaks
and her voice is a song
thrumming my heart strings
pulling my soul into her

She looks in my direction
and she smiles..
I am lost.. lost in her
She knows I am her prisoner

Imprisoned by my love
Imprisoned by the passion
flaming hot within my breast
Testing its cages again

For I must not say a word
Never say them aloud
If they became spoken
She might flee

Though she basks in my love
It is simply her due
And I will go on
loving her silently
until the end of time and then beyond