You shan’t seek
Love in lust,
Just as you can’t draw
Nectar from a rose’s trust.

For desire is not love,

And all love is not desired.

Save me, or **** me—anything but pity.
I only request: be swift, not soft.

I look to the sky,
And I see,
One half is beautiful,
Blue and pink clouds,
A beautiful full moon,
Perched just above,
And then I look to the other half,
Stormy clouds,
You can see the rain,
Dripping slowly like tears,
I look back and forth for a while,
Then, when I look at the stormy half,
I see just beyond it,
Beauty,
Past the dark clouds,
I see the sun,
Poking through beautiful clouds,
Pink and blue,
It was just hidden at first,
By the dark, stormy, rain of hurt.