Furnace and flame you have forged
Heart of all hearts crimson blood
On throws of passion have you gorged
Beguiling, yet misunderstood
The ardour of the night be that taketh
Come daylight, desire loses fond grip
Yet frenzied excitement that maketh
A want of sensual, impetuous, fingertip
Irascible temptress, who has made thee
That would take new love, yet not wrest
Back the torrent and storm now at sea
Drowning in the fold of your breast
How many souls hast thee parted
Lost in thy rapturous gaze
To endure, brave broken hearted
Bearing a passion, they cannot erase
For all of you are, you are beauty
That slips through the shadows of caress
Fleeing their embrace astutely
While they dream of your tenderness
Age takes the bloom from all charms
The reflection echo’s from the well
Lovers left found with sated arms
Turn away from once lustful belle
Loneliness is a master not coveted
As a rose loses lustre in time
Worse is to want, not be wanted
No conquering peaks left to climb |  |
