Your guarded heart,
Mind, and soul
Was locked in a deserted fortress
Surrounded by the shivering sands
Under the scorching heat of the sun.
The rare key,
That could give you liberty,
Was taken by someone across the sea.
Will you open your citadel magically?
Or should I pry it open?
Force my entry?
Seize it with suave and gallantry,
To make you fall for me,
Only think of me.
So now, how should things be?
© 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com)