Love Of The Conquered Poem by Leslie Alexis

The succulent blood of the lamb is not as sweet
To the hungry lion as that of the deer.
The sweat of the chase has seasoned the meat, and so
The comb has been upgraded to the preferred
Honey. Water that is found on dry patches does taste
Like savored wine,
So too, the woman that the man in love fought for
Is sweeter to him than the crush he fell upon.
And on her acquisition, he ceases from wrong.
For to him, such a treasure lost cannot be regained
And he refuses for his days, fight, sweat, and blood
Be in vain.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis