Love On The Flybyslowhand60©
Amid the piercing intent of eyes catching eyes,
And volleys of kisses being assailed
My soul wounded thus yet tries
You beat that heart my love, so now impaled.
And after the heat of such a battle worn
When quietly the field lies in retrospect,
The newfound battles in thought are born
The new campaign fought by love`s sweet circumspect.
And when that fighting has grown so fierce
That I surrender to you or you to me.
Then each in turn will each heart pierce
With all love`s arrows and their mastery.
If to such our love will spend,
Then to such fate is all our end.
Passion is played upon the field of our heart.
Who is to say who conquers and who submits?
With all grace I commit.