How tender is a sweet caress,
A moment of masculine weakness.
Bright thoughts, drained of duress,
The simple ecstacy of touching silken tresses.
Doe-eyed bliss reflected in a lover’s eyes,
Crumbling under love’s bitter cries.
Frightful thoughts of denial dies,
Grasping for the ephemeral grace of spiritual ties.
Despairing dissipation of such as these,
Mournful melancholy easier to please.
Selfish thoughts and long-sought companionship disagrees,
When a fool forsakes contentment and leaves.
Waking hours force a forgetfulness,
Lucid thoughts deny guilt its redress.