While the throbbing of the heart is the same,
Sometimes obsession can be mistaken for love . . . .
The effects of each result in different outcomes
The delusion of emotions like a desert mirage,
Takes me through the shifting sands of passions
Down dark passageways and alleyways of perdition.
The more she withdraws the more drawn to her I am
Like a siren on the rocky shore she summons me . . . .
Beckoned not so much by abject calling but by her denial.