To be loved is an enchanted land
In that eternal bond of emotional sea,
Invite sacraments, else destroy man ;
And then invite a third tragic spree.
An altar’s prayer of earthly hues,
Too few embrace bed’s uncharted routes;
Of love’s enriched soil, but wander blue
Far from oracles sweet truth, eating mute.
They loot Aphrodite for broken lanes,
But rival serpents bar their heartless jade ;
Yet her affection is unspoken chains
Of glossy pinups that miss tender maids:
And I’ve discovered her sincere truth,
She’s a fountain of passions youth.