Would you sell your soul,
for a few shiny things,
and the flattery of a shark.
Have you offered your body,
for the empty promises,
of a counterfeit Romeo.
Is your heart blinded,
to the truth before your eyes,
that will always remain.
If he reached to touch your soul,
His fingers would burn,
In the fire of my presence.
If you chose his embrace,
reflected in his eye,
you would see...me.
You will always regret,
what you cannot repair,
Be more careful with your playthings.
My thanks to Witchie for her help with this, and with so much more.