On Love’s Obsession

A summer’s night, a secret faerie glade;

The moon flies full and high in velvet sky;

A myriad of twinkling stars swirls by;

Sweet flowers scent where lover’s bed is made.

The cricket chirps and bird trills serenade;

Soft nature’s music joined by passion’s cry

Which gently glides into fulfillment’s sigh

And afterglow to slumber unafraid.

But all too soon there comes the breaking dawn;

Alarmed eyes, fast goodbyes, then left alone

To feel betrayed and made into lust’s pawn.

Once more the side field where wild oats are sown;

But like a moth to killing flame is drawn,

The call is answered, no pride’s left to own.