If for the reason of love
we could
if without any cause
we might
the notion of Juliet’s glove
touching the skin of passion
could our time be such that
we recognizing lust beyond
compassion.
For when our heart is smitten
we calculate the reason,
yet, caught inside a web of deceit,
we haven’t the knowledge
suggestive of defeat.
Oh to wow the mind
with the thrill of desire
beyond the scope of society
calling rather joy our travesty.
If in the calm storm of sensuality
our heart and soul find peace,
there we might discover
the truth behind the mystique of love.
