As you have emprisoned me, my soul and my heart
I’ll equal the silliness of your sentencing
Yet when will I ever know what I truly want?
How to express such an unfamiliar feeling?

I cannot quite break the spell
And I am unsure as well

Why, in your presence, underneath my façade I turn red?
And, in your absence, why I’m ought to lose my head?
And this gust of wind which punctuates my silence
Will it dissipate this enclosed phrase that frightens?

I may never break the spell
Free me from this Lego cell

Is it fondness or plain simple admiration?
A jigsaw for artist, a puzzle for poet
I foresaw the hardest, I might never know it
Herewith is an expression of adoration

I remain bound by that spell
How to pen what I can’t tell?

As silly is this verse, you now know its essence
Since you are in my mind, you know my next sentence
As you know my words better than I’ll ever do
What will be coming next? As if I ever knew

Only you can break the spell
Tell me what I cannot tell