SOME LINES ON LOVE
What can be done
When the mind and body aren't one?
When the flesh is true,
Yet the heart's staked with other views?
Should one tell? Begin a sentence of hell
Where upon them everything crumbles?
Or be humble, silence the heart,
Contain that part to fester,
To rot? A charade!
Should one masquerade and carry twice
That which was sought for fear that
The one not bought might break...
Yet have two at stake?
Perhaps three, if the one considers theirs.
True pairs are not made of one
Hides in the shade of deceit.
Falsehood leaves one hollow,
Be true to thyself and others shall follow.