The siren gently whispers,
Temptation sweet.
Visions of what could be,
My mind's retreat.
The siren softly gazes,
Eyes locked in mine.
Such beauty before me,
Vision divine.
The siren holds out her hand,
Come walk with me.
Our footprints in the sand,
For all to see.
The siren's call, pulls me in,
Diverts my sail.
Will my ship break apart?
Time soon will tell.
Temptation sweet.
Visions of what could be,
My mind's retreat.
The siren softly gazes,
Eyes locked in mine.
Such beauty before me,
Vision divine.
The siren holds out her hand,
Come walk with me.
Our footprints in the sand,
For all to see.
The siren's call, pulls me in,
Diverts my sail.
Will my ship break apart?
Time soon will tell.
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