Yes? No!
Right? Left!
Walk away? Wait!
Overshadowed by your spell,
Awestruck, stood amazed,
My perturbed sweet rebel.
Before my conscience bragged,
Of its undefeated echo of bell.
Till you caught it off guard,
For this second.
Call for truce? Fire ablaze!
Let the conflict of love prevail!
PS: To food.
Beautiful. Both sides of the conflict have been aptly put into words. And the 'to food' adds the perfect flavour to it. ;)
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