conditional love
foisted love
foisted love
I've not yet
seen her honeyed lips;
it might be far in excess
of what my earthly desires should be
to know how to
truly be in love
what else is there
to whet one's
appetite in a
hallowed life here on
earth?
I guess what I shall
wish for had to be
something
more
to be led on by something
celestial yet how
I wished it could
be enough, but more
it should
explain to
mere mortals what
we could not
grasp in our own
inevitable birth
if life is a process
some would say
let live and let die,
but I'm stuck in the
interstice
of a metaphysical
universe
