Futile as is to fight a raging fire
With tiny tools that may only stoke it,
So methinks is fighting flaming desire
With notso better than a basic kit!
Better is it to enjoy passion's heat,
Bask in its warmth than from fire to retreat.
Fine, but few know of life's furious fires,
And feeling first-hand is what this life is,
It helps knowing the nature of desires,
Some are not for saints, yet make pleasant breeze.
To push them in dark holes may look sublime,
But stimulants they are to kill life's strife,
To pamper some seems to me no big crime,
Stem all desires and lo, life is no life.
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Sonnets | 06.04.05 |
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