Infatuation blinds the lover’s eye.
It heats the heart, but in the process numbs it.
And flesh aflame with lust doth simply lie,
On true love prosecutes a false assumpsit.
Outside of marriage, love by lust doth rot,
And love, once dead, leaves lust to fade away—
Such empty, broken vessels, once so hot,
Now shattered shards of lonely, cold dismay.
The heart alone knows joy—the flesh mere pleasure.
Base lust and noble love, engaged in war,
Must marry to make peace as blended treasure,
With lust subsumed in love’s triumphant soar.
Thus marriage safely gives to passion life.
I love my lovely lover—my sweet wife.
June 17, 2017 © Aaron Jordan