Love Grew Rings
Sutra; The Binding Of Souls
I am such the fool,
to let you in where few have been.
Being there, beck and call, hand and foot.
And many ask, "What's this all for?"
Kissing, eyes closed tight,
forever, forever, forever.
Conjoined Hearts and Hands,
Thit is what everything that always leads to nothing, is for.
As you persist to leech,
Lover, after Lover, after Lover.
My soul shall lie inert,
Waiting for its twin.
To easily mistake lechery for love,
is my art most famous.
Yet I'll never cease keeping you near,
Just to scent your lips, again and again.
---Aaron '05'---