I thought it a fruit of love
I learned it a sweet genuine path
To attain matured lust.
I risked the age,
I broke all the doors
With petard ledge;
It was not the fruit of love.
It was not a genuine thought,
To reach the proper feet
Not worth breaking all the vows
Once dear and sacred though;
As now proves a mistaken show.
29th Dec2008
Moushumi moushumi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ecstasy-16/
