While energy slings waves in harmony
We go about our lives in a certain haste
We want to know our life is not a waste
While a mystique in reflection is funny.
This furious storm of passion does exist
We laugh upon our swords with glee,
our lives again appear to be quite free
Yet falling in love we are forced to resist.
I once stood by a roadside waiting for love
she saluted my resilience with blush in eye
she would certainly dine without a why,
I rather walked alone again with out glove.
Beside the awesome reality of a sensual release
Bemuse a proclivity for certain calm in peace.