There the lovers go as opposites the
yin the yang the brawn the beauty the strong
and willing , to where design and elegance
and genetics draws nigh on intellect, to sighs
and utter lust to strength, away to  enduring beauty
through luck patience forethought
plans give way to feelings,
day gives way to dark and shadow
to perfume and essences our brethren our ancestors
fell too, as all days do pass from reality into
dreams to parlaying second glances to quick gasp breaths
in gardens roses swaying whispering,
Yes.