A change of hands, holding only close
together bring welcomed dew.
Nothing like a first kiss, whose proponets
know these timeless moments,
So lovely and dear. Yet one misplaced,
mistakenly placed kiss brings,
Loss to those who look on, silent and leer.
Releasing this grasp of bodily,
Glut, steaming attraction is as honorable
as finally taming the fericious bear.
Whose forest of fur knows better than
a starving man whose heart rests unsure,
Of how one acquires such exemplary love
seen through the eyes of those engrossed.
One only needs to seek those who see
through like the brightest rays of summer,
Whose promise of love by only seeking
the light, is as conspicuous as a man's
heart, beating through all of a life's
torture from relish to rue to strife.
So lonesome man, sink not to the lowest
depths with hindrances of lust and appetite,
but trudge boldly through an illuminated lull
of love whose emptiness will undoubtedly
be fulfilled as two hearts meet, near burst,
and birth new beginnings under renewed
fortitude towards a world so discreet, yet a
star so sagacious to a solemn traveler
finally at home, finally admonishing alone.