Yours,
Penny

I don't see you, I hear you never
Nor do I speak with you face to face
My unwitting captor, my failed endeavor
Gone for good, and left no trace

Nights I long for the whispered breath
To show me that your spirit is there
My shaking hands, cold as death
Long to twine in your (what color?) hair

You: the skillful, careful dancer
Ensnaring my heart in a clever dance
My fallen angel, my romancer
'Til I wonder is it fate or chance

Are you mine or are you not?
A single word can make or break
But I… a promise I forgot
Has made me yours to give or take