Recent events inspired me to write this poem:
a face with grace
comes with it a loving attraction
that tends to embrace
But as you feel, there is no appeal
a mask becomes an idol
hero worship
a mystifying spirit to circumspect.
and for the lovers, the true missionaries
they walk on eggshells seeking love and light
ignoring luxuries
choosing to observe flowers, moon, spring and rain
nurturing their instinct for beauty's gain
without trust to depend on for long
they continue onward
Upon the human wisdom, mortal and wrong.
With a delicate touch of purity and innocence
enjoying God's vision in a spiritual sense.
almost like the essence of humanity
Is its quality woven in sincerity
So earth has gold Hidden deep fold in fold.
for Love and lust are the east and west
A dire difference lies like best and worst
The love is your friend, the lust is hostile
Lust not prosper while love is fertile
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