I see the vision framed in a rainbow of happiness aglow I feel the nature of the beast regale, ebb to flow I know that jealousy leaves a void and that love suffers above All Others I know that lust is for teens who are growing with their flavors budding I sense that man lingers far too long among the fruit of loving The passions that come alive and are richer for it's deeper meat Spins a vortex of dreams that make us complete I know that to love is emotional fruit to bestow That for two to find the seed, can make it grow That these are gifted ones above the other's for the push and thought Becomes a treasure often taught to those who love ONCE forgot I realize the heart is a powerful muscle and that it's versatility is mystery I know that to love is a part of mortal history The dejavous of passion spends itself upon a Friday afternoon Comes and goes, if you want, but is best festooned Upon the bed of treasures some lust for and forget For to love is a heart's treasure, I must admit. © 2007 Susan Kathryn de Vegter