Love is Pleasure. Power Frame!
Love is sought, then love departs,
It soothes the mind yet strains the heart.
A fleeting thread, a shifting tide,
A bond once strong is now cast aside.
With towering dreams came depths of fear,
As light and shadow are seen more clear.
Should I be shocked? Should I pretend?
Another Love’s script written from beginning to end.
From heaven to hell.
Pleasure wrapped in grace,
To law and order. A divided space.
Who dares to say or talk of this.
‘Self’ not often missed.
From lack to keeping the heart warm.
Power withdrew as pleasure drops.
The threat of power as control fades.
The mask of love is soon unmade.
Devotion shifts, affection cools,
hate emerges, crowned in rules.
‘Love.’
A desire of inner state.
Noble disguise as the mass learn to compromise.
Those vows
those grand displays
The self with a grand parade
Love Letter
To you, for you.
