Memory, a precious token
against a shield of pride, unbroken.
On this heart, my mind and soul
wage war between desire, and self control.
Do you know how much I want desire to win?
But can’t let go of self control enough to give in?
Even raw pictures,
with which desire fights,
self control wins-
because of pride.
On and on these two they spar,
and you,
calmly standing beside my car
unaware of the battlefield
or how close conquest comes to yield,
Every time I see you
FACE TO FACE
