Oh the sorrow that fills my heart
when morning sun finds us apart.
So strongly felt - it makes me wonder:
Is it absence makes the heart grow fonder?
Would satisfaction of this yearning
- truly - quench passion so fiercely burning?
Surely! flames of love burn strong and true -
When the fuel being used is “Essence of You.”
What remains to feed love’s consuming fire
once wild desire rips off what’s admired?
Will you still be there to stoke the flames
When life’s reality overtakes our games?
Poets have tried through man’s many years
to capture the infinities of heartfelt tears
shed lamenting loss of love’s bright light -
what naive refuge from eternal lonely Night.
Why do the poets not speak of chores?
Of daily tasks become mine and yours?
“Such flights of lust!” - but when lovers land
Will they still long to go hand in hand?
Our imperfections will be brought to bare -
My secret shame; your selfish glare...

What happens when the dreaming is done?
When daily routines replace what’s fun?
United as one -
Will we plant a seed?
Will our passionate love release its greed?
Will we write the book our children should read?
Lovers in lust! I warn you thus - take heed.
Reduce your speed.
Your whole lover - not simply the cover - read.
Exsanguinate your Need.
From your Anxiety - be freed.