She has the weapon to break the shield,
That I have forged to protect myself from the world,
To melt my anger and set my heart free,
Vanquishing my regrets and my faults and helping to start a new
way of life,
Just the slightest glimpse of her body makes me drop my gaurd
against the world,
She has some type of voodoo over me,
My Femme Fatale...
She may have broken my heart
Along with my spirit and my love for life itself,
But this old broken relic of a man still loves her,
Skin soft as a rose petal,
A smile that lightens up my day,
The object of my dreams,
Body slender and sleek,
A face that would make the coldest man gentle,
My one regret is not having a chance to consumate our
relationship,
But my chance may never come or could it?
The center of my universe,
The force that allows my synchronicity to exist,
My Femme Fatale...
