In the realm where thoughts entwine with dreams,
A tale unfolds with faintest seams,
Of a lad who stirs a mystic brew,
Dejavu, a dance that feels so true.

Is it love, or just a trick of lust,
That binds my heart in whispers hushed,
In this whirlwind of emotion's call,
Where confusion reigns as curtains fall.

All I see, all I can construe,
Is the presence that is just like you,
A puzzle cast in shadows deep,
Where hearts might wander, hearts might weep.

Amidst the chaos of wild desire,
It's your essence that sets the pyre,
A thousand kisses, a thousand roses, sweet,
In a room alight with candle's heat.

Apple cinnamon in the fragrant air,
A blend of scents with a hidden flair,
Your power over me, a story told,
Mind control, like age-old gold.

In the depths where mysteries reside,
Your gaze beckons me to abide,
An enigma wrapped...