Your voice is pow’rful, the great man I lust

And also soft, seducing me, the knave

You speak, your voice is strong and male, robust

I’m weak, and I am your eternal slave

Your soul’s so bright with love that it does blind

Ne’er shall I bear to see it be dimmèd

For your soul is the lighthouse that’s behind

My safe return to my deceitful stead

But, ask me: “Is it true, can I resist?”

As much as man can will his heart to cease

Images of you in my mind persist

As if they’re loanèd on a timeless lease

I cannot conquer my desire for you

So I surrender, your heart I can’t woo

alternate ending

{My desire for you I cannot conquer

In the end, I can only surrender}

 —Daniel Jeremy Perz,

      OCTOBER 31, 1999