She walks my way, lonely I think.

My thirsty eyes long to drink.

My angel lifts his quill and dips it in the ink.

Overcome! I feel weak!

Is it so wrong to sneak a peek?

Giving in to my desire, I take a look.

My eyes get drunk at Beauty’s brook.

Un-regretted deeds are recorded in a book.

Eat too much, hunger comes back worse.

Food eats us.  Appetite can be a curse!

The more I look, the more my eyes thirst.

It grows to the point that it cannot be slaked,

Even if my eyes drink up the whole lake!

Tears rise in my eyes. I strain at the task.

I look away and finally we pass.

Al humdulilla! I continue my fast!

I seek to behold the face of the One

Who makes all things under the sun!

Creation’s perfection! Beautiful!

Desire on the heart has a strong pull.

At times my gut’s empty. Other times full.

I gotta persevere through feast and famine.

This is a sign I know I should examine.