She's Bound To Win

She's influenced; she's conquered;
And the influence is sweeter
Than the fine voice of a song bird,
Who sings as I defeat her;
In vanquishing her body,
We both find there is a triumph:
For the victory's not bloody,
Yet, I've tamed that defiance;
The moment seems so prescient,
Her surrender can begin,
She's influenced; she's conquered;
And she is bound to win.