Intoxicated by sweetest rose,
whispered love written in prose.
I let you in, I slipped my guard,
that speeding rush has hit me hard.
Too many tries with no what-if,
problems tumbling over bliss.
I’ll remove myself from minds invasion,
disappear from this equation.
This turmoil then will surely cease?
Return to you your inner peace.
Walk away and close the door.
Gift you with your life before
my being was one of suasion,
and just another complication.