In Love Complete
When while sitting quiet in a safe space
Is an albatross always looming a presence,
Gathering strength to confuse without trace
Realistic motives would measure resilience.
What matters to imagine, clearly visualize
Is truth when accosted by fantastical wrath.
Would a world of love and ceremony wise
Benefit this sordid, sometime immoral path.
The groundwork laid, indeed played and laid,
Two human beings beyond love and accord
Will need now recognize consequence weighed
As a gladiator’s brawn could only less afford.
Wide open in the scheme exists a friendly fire
Where lives sacrifice sweet sensuality to aspire