The Art of Deception

I partake in the art of love’s deception
What other way could I love someone like you?
I’m always in search of passion’s connection

Your curvaceous form is my predilection
as I melt in your brown eyes, or are they blue?
I partake in the art of love’s deception

I can do a trick called my resurrection
I don’t recall your name, but I  love you true.
I’m always in search of passion’s connection.

We’ll meet by chance or perhaps by reaction.
When I’m done wooing you we will stick like glue.
I partake in the art of love’s deception

My wild eyes and tales bring quite a conception.
I will fascinate you with my worldly views.
I’m always in search of passions connection

As president you’d vote my reelection.
As your lawyer you would beg for me to sue.
I partake in the art of love’s deception.
I’m always in search of passion’s connection