What I lack in physical lust
I have gain in spiritual yearning
That is beyond body and straight to my soul
I desire to feel his soul touch mines
To feel the sweetest of his touch of which he can grace of me
To have of knowledge that his heart longs for mines
As mines do of his
I would likened our love to the rose bush in
a grave yard in which has been long
Forgotten rundown and unkempt
Like the rose bush left to grow to its own device
but to hate whom I deem fit to be called my enemy
I shall not to behold of something so precious
As the man I love I would to want to keep him locked away
So he to would not take flight and plague some unknown person
to figure out that he was one gone on sheer disposition
Not of the love he thought it but vagary
Only to envision me taking him back
Extenuating his action
As if he were a child done wrong
Not a man who knows right fromm wrong
