Snare

I see your face
By candlelight in my dreams
I hear your voice whisper to me
My imaginings tug at my spirit
And draw me into such a splendid trap

A snare, you are, for my heart and mind
But I one I would willing enter
For this is such a pleasant torture
You are such a sweet temptation
A snare indeed
To capture this soul
And drive all my peace from me