Ahhhh.. But then what is love?
Is love the juice of Apollo flowing betwixt two beings?
Or is love the circles of gold, the traditional wedding rings?
Or is love, as some have said, just a second-hand emotion?
Or is love the chemistry that evokes a feeling of devotion?
I muse thy myriad things that love could mean to thee,
A wink, a caress, a sigh, a moan, like some sublime poetry...
Ah, Edwarda, Edwarda, do not dissect love lest it never be,
For your sweet heart doth beat beneath a breast of such beauty!
Your voice like swelling ocean tides washes o'er me in a crest,
My eyes, from beneath my fevered brow, doth raise at your behest.
As I take you in my arms again and you open to cupid's dart,
We know love's a game and quite insane oftimes playing the parts,
Of knaves and fools, of kings and queens of Spades and not of Hearts.
Ride me now you brazen wench,
And let us of each other quench,
The fire burning in our loins,
No more foreplay - No more toying!
Release the ravenous beast of love!
Open wide the gate for the ram above.
For love's sweet sorrow weaves a mantra,
Whiling away the hours with the Kama Sutra. |
