Memories strangle yet I'm drawn by alluring sounds.
I hear familiar bangles jangle in the distance.
I deeply feel its sound cling to me, sing to me,
and my soul has no apprehension or resistance.
I should oppose what I see but I welcome it openly,
because it has finally...
...finally returned to me.
You come unexpectedly and win over my heart,
and when you go, you leave jagged daggers and darts.
I am bewitched by your song and dance that broadly paint
illusions of ravishing passion and romance.
You come unexpectedly and live in my soul,
and when you go, you leave gaping wounds and holes.
Poor yet so rich, because you steal and pillage,
whatever you find in the village of my naive mind.
You are no longer clever or amusing, just bold.
Everyone knows how your ole' tricks tend to end!
Your familiar ruses are predictable,
you vanish like a gypsy,
and carry away my stolen soul...