I have lost control of my heart's reins, It now pursues its desires and vains... The conspirator of this treason are my eyes, My poor heart an accomplice by virtue of their ties.... Against the better judgment of my brain, Who warned the traitors of impending pain. My heart detached itself from any form of reason... Slowing it down from commiting a sweet treason. My eyes stopped seeing beauty in any of the world's bit, My heart went into a frenzy and lost control of its beat.. Holding my whole body to ransom, To partake in a project that seems phantom. Their demands are just a couple, I state them below, in words very simple... My eyes, to see you, My heart, to keep you...