To: QUEEN ASTRID
Like a masterpiece at every exhibition;
Shaked up Everytime, I am opportuned to gaze;
Your words overwhelms me to death's cove;
But what is this force that drives me?
Why would an object of attraction emits so much danger?
a tender danger - a sweet taboo?
Incessant yearn for your touch and warm embrace flood my head;
The more i resist, the more i hear as it cries for liberation from within;
Till i lose all sense of prudence and conduct;
Oh! QUEEN ASTRID I have fallen under your spell, I know not what i do until its done;
I am plunged in confusion, so i cry just because laughter is not enough;
I know not where to go from this oasis of peril...