A wild craze,
A spirit of the stallion,
What is it that you expect my heart?
Numerous and countless times,
You caused me worry,
This time what is it you want of me?
There was a time when the Scent lured me,
It covered me with a spell,
I loitered blind with obnoxious eyes onlooking,
Yet safe!
I could not let go,
Yes I let it linger on me,
How intoxicating its touch!
No more than a night it lasts;
Like sheets overturned in the morn,
Replacing a memory,
Its effect shifts replacing my companionship.
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