You have made me a dumb animal: when I see you I am speechless. You bring me pain and mental anguish: I fear you more than death itself and wonder what kind of magic is at work to make a mans skin part from his nerves. I've had to ignore you in the past for sanity's sake to self preserve but there's no hiding place from you be it in mind or in the city; suddenly you appear out the blue. My love for you is but a dream: it makes a mockery out of my soul because on my mind you've always been. I've rummaged in pubs and clubs and wined and dined with women who tried to rescue me in vain to save me from unecessary pain: yet I remained impervious to it all knowing you would stand above them in your ivory princess tower tall. I am drunk with my love for you unable to pretend for very long that I am a free man with free will. I behave like a september wasp doing nothing in particular well. My physical superiority means little as on seeing you I feel so brittle; shaken from my head to my feet leaving me like shreaded meat.