So who gave you consent to thrill me?
Free licence to tempt and bamboozle me?
To smile with eyes that melt the very nucleus of my soul?
Beautiful fingers that strum on my heart with the rhythm of a thousand marching bands.
Lips that have invisibly left stigmata upon mine.
You!
Vision of Loveliness!
Who cause me to want to behave shamelessly
whenever I catch glimpse of you or even say your name.
On whose authority have you been granted this
Licence to Thrill?!
