The Art of Love
Each night I rest alongside the love of my life
Knowing the heart is game to a stranger’s knife
I speak of a love that will last for all ages, and
The secrets which are hidden inside a diary’s pages
Daily the heart is ardently tempted
A stranger’s embrace the mind has many times fictionally attempted
The abundance of life’s pleasures can arouse all senses
For the weakened quarry, romantic pleasures have no mortal defenses
God has made complicated the art of love
Human desire is like the many fingers of a comfortable glove
One extremity is held ransom by a religious promise
The others are the skeptical rascals of the doubting Thomas
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
Joseph Pede
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