Desire is Death

[hazel]

My love is like a fever, still longing,

For that which feeds the disease,

Feeding on that which prolongs the illness,

All to please the unhealthy desires of the body.

My reason, love's doctor,

Angry that I do not follow his directions,

Has left me, and desperate I find that desire

Leads to death, which physic (reason) will not allow.

Now reason is past caring, now I am past cure,

And I am frantic with continual unrest;

My thoughts and my words are like a madman's,

Lies foolishly uttered;

For I thought you were moral and bright (shining as a star),

But you really are black as hell and dark as night.

[J.Lee]

wow :eek: that was descriptive,well worded and I understood where you were coming from.

All to please the unhealthy desires of the body.

My reason, love's doctor,

Angry that I do not follow his directions,

Has left me, and desperate I find that desire

you tied that bar up very nicely.