Love On The Fly

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.