Don't quest, like a hunter, for romance,
Pursuing prey, cunningly, to its lair,
Eyes stung by lust,
Quiver unslung to unleash arrows
Blindly, to win a heart.
At quests end, coveted trophies are lost,
Smothered to lose their free spirit,
Or flitting away, out of reach.
Is romance not a dance of equals,
Equally paced,
Equally poised,
Equally purposed?
Two hunted souls, warily learning trust.
The hunter often catches the prey,
And yet, still loses the game.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Don't quest, like a hunter, for romance,
Pursuing prey, cunningly, to its lair,
Eyes stung by lust,
Quiver unslung to unleash arrows
Blindly, to win a heart.
At quests end, coveted trophies are lost,
Smothered to lose their free spirit,
Or flitting away, out of reach.
Is romance not a dance of equals,
Equally paced,
Equally poised,
Equally purposed?
Two hunted souls, warily learning trust.
The hunter often catches the prey,
And yet, still loses the game.
Being the first ...
