By Mitra Tauroctony
I call you sweet poison,
For I have no better terms to describe you.
You take on a new form every instance!
But your essence is deadly yet luscious!
And there are no other words I find to do you justice.
In a blink of an eye, you stole my heart away.
In the torrid furnace of estrangement, you tested my resolve.
At the end, you took pity on my bewildered soul.
And opened my eyes to your Beauty!
So, sweet poison I call you,
for I have no better terms to describe you.