Love, they say, has many faces
and no certain path it traces,
and its ways ever amaze the unbelieving.
Touching agony and mirth
to a piece of common earth
can yield a wondrous birth....
if passion wills.
Like a figure in the mist
or a lover barely kissed
lies the dream...
in between flesh and fancy.
Born of need and great desire
to sate the raging fire,
whipped hard by winds grown higher,
in pain it cries!
From the dark of the womb
to the shadow of the tomb
lies a single chance to dance forever.