Love's magic potion had cast its spell, He spoke softly with an aura so warm, Mesmerized in the haze of love's bell, Sweetly pains pierced making life form.
Contrasting and absurd are the ways of man, Hasty decisions and opinions made, yet sane, Indulging in profligacy of morals, says he can, For mortal's race against nature is but in vain.
Of poetry, has become cerebral much, What minds do, is not liked by hearts, Emotions become dry in bards such, For every line is you, your soul in parts.