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