Friend is he whose heart expands
to hold the cares of every man.
Love he has who locks no door to those he has not known before
but welcomes in, makes room for more.

Friend is he whose heart expands
to hold the cares of every man.
Love he has who locks no door to those he has not known before
but welcomes in, makes room for more.

It happened when her armour slipped:
my eyes saw flesh; hands grabbed at it.
Another part (was this a sin?)
responded to unguarded skin.

They called it vice, and They dismissed me

Hush! Let us draw on
the habit of flesh.
Why should we cross swords?
God cast us out. Mesh

me in your passion!
Hide in my lust!
With Heaven against us,
there's just dust.

It bumbled past her with a buzz -
Cherubic little ball of fuzz.
She grabbed a slipper, aimed it - whack!
Poor bee! You came with no attack.

And if she slew you, harmless bee,