Lorelei

Lorelei 

Too much, too much.

I cannot see for seeing so much of you.

You are the heart of a precious stone

Where I’ve gazed too long

And cannot look away.

Things that call for my attention

Go unheeded.

Things that I must do 

Lie by the roadside, undone

For my need of seeing you.

You are too much, too much

To be absorbed or taken in

By these eyes.

I am addicted to the sight of you

And see the image of you

In all the things before me.

You have blinded me with

Your distracting beauty

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