Bridled
What beautiful, pernicious passion!
What joy is felt in sure damnation!
And who can cool the fires that blaze
In a mind by lust so hazed?
Love is but a fleeting thought
In moments when our hearts are caught
In the eddies of pleasure’s pools—
The restless rest of countless fools.
But in the daylight as we walk
Hand-in-hand, engaged in talk
Of ideas familiar or beyond our ken...
Love is hardly fleeting then.
And so, for Love, a wedge is placed
In passion’s heart while hammer braced
Falls one, two, and seven times
Putting end to blind passion’s crimes
Bridled and put to proper use
Passion turned from burning fuse
Becoming an entrancing light
Casting warmth and filling sight
With beauteous scenes of life well-done—
A life of Love, of care, of fun.
By holding tight to passion’s reigns
Love is sparked and we fan its flames
By acting as we once had done—
Through now-sincere acts of Love.
(2013)
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