Sinking ever spiralling,

She’s afraid to lose control,

As our doubts are quieting,

Your love I wouldst not cajole.

Need for you is maddening,

I carry it now always,

Something greater channelling,

Lead to you, my heart ablaze.

Please don’t bare me scournfully,

Thou art the potion drinking,

Love I long for urgently,

Not lost nor drowning, sinking.