She who bears the name of ...

Soft, delicate innocent demure,
she lays there, crafty allure.
Doubts, hesitations and anxiety,
strangely but surely they disappear.
Morals, principles and beliefs;
things pale in the presence of her.

Opportunity knocks but once,
yet she's there till the door's ajar.
Chase... chase her away you may;
if not flee... run... even fly away.
However... however she'll always be near,
waiting patiently for you to sway.

Peace you may hope for,
with her peace you'll never get.
Lest you succumb to her,
which then... maybe... no definitely you'll regret.
Drats, indeed she's sly and complex,
leaving me drained and feeble; I can only fret.

Is there anything which i may do?
To get away...far from her grasp;
to unbind the shackles i've carelessly latched.
Slowly but surely I must overcome.
Ensure too that i stick to the narrow path.
With a steadfast resolution to last.

Yes... it may work, I'll be free.
Immense effort demanded but I'll be free!
Vigil, persistence and strength I need;
Close fellowships are welcomed indeed.
Yes! Alas! She'll be gone... to solitary isolation.
She... she who bears the name of ...