Thou Shall Not Love
Amid all the pleasures of life,
Love is the one that shall destroy thee,
Either with the edge of a piercing knife,
Or with the cumbersome excess of gushing glee.
What man would be so brave,
To give out his heart unconditionally,
Expect no more than he once gave,
And be ready to fall so ardently.
Only a fool would play such a game,
Wagering his heart,
With everything to lose and so little to gain.
Her Whose Beauty Blinds
Walking down an endless path,
I see her whose beauty blinds,
A seductive stare only perfection hath,
An enticing smile that deliberately binds,
And submerges a heart in a heavenly bath.
As the golden hair unravels from her finger,
She bites her luscious lips ever so tender,
Fretfully causing me to wonder if this feeling will endlessly linger.
The lids open eliciting two seas of green,
That drown me in an a dreadful instant,
But keep me afloat to witness the greatest portrait man has seen.
She smirks with such graceful coy,
Forcing a blush from the proudest of men,
Instilling in them this feeling of joy.
Lustfully walking away,
She pilfers the dreams of an oblivious horde,
Keeping all hope bleakly at bay.
Reason and fascination collide,
Only to find this beauty is a lie.
Much like wolves and sheep cannot together dine,
She and I shall never intertwine,
Nevertheless I shall continue to waste in sighs.
Yeats: Never Give All The Heart
NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
