I Must Admit
              Susan K. Rowse
                copyright 2004

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 the deeper meat

Spins a vortex of dreams to make us complete

I know that to love is emotional fruit to bestow

That for two to find the seed and make it grow

That these are gifted ones above the other's for their push and thought

Becomes a treasure often taught to those who love once forgot

I realize the heart is a powerful muscle and that its versatility is a mystery

I know that to love is a part of all mortal history

The dejavous of passion that spends itself upon a Sunday afternoon

Can come and go if you want but is best adorned, festooned

Upon the bed of treasures that some lust for and forget