I do not want to love you, yet I find My heart a captive in your gentle grace, Each thought of you a tether, tightly twined, A game I play, yet lose without a trace. Your laughter haunts me in the quiet night, Like whispers soft that tease upon the breeze, I thought I’d guard my heart with all my might, But here I am, undone, brought to my knees. Resisting still, I wear a hopeful mask, Yet in your eyes, the truth begins to bloom, To love you is a daunting, sweetened task, A dance of joy that rises from the gloom. And though I fight, this battle must concede, For in your love, I find my heart's true need.