The surface may seem calm, a tranquil guise,
But love shall feast upon the heart that lies
Beneath the skin, where passions burn unseen,
A hidden banquet, for the love-adept queen.

It hungers not for flesh, nor mortal prize,
But for devotion's fire, in truth-filled eyes.
It craves the depths, where dreams and shadows meet,
A soulful feast, a love both fierce and sweet.

So let it in, this hunger, pure and strong,
For love's true feast, endures a lifetime long.