Desire
Desire is a wild thing
It can be fed
But never tames
A fool will bring it home
And find
It tears apart the fabric of his mind
And grasping tight
It slips between his fingers
Till not a trace remains.
The wise man chooses love
It comforts him
And together
They watch desire come
And go
And spring and jump and overflow
Their hearts with happiness
That’s theirs to share
And have forever.
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