Obsessed

Am I the moth who seeks his flame?

My lust alone, none else to blame!

What siren must this being be!

This one whose visage torments me.

No will have I, all pretense bled,

She has my soul, resistance fled!

Oh, were that I could find a way.

To break this bond, keep her at bay!

What would I find, at end of day

My life aroil, soul in dismay!

So, Hark! I find, I am obsessed,

And yes, Oh yes! supremely blessed!