schemes that try to capture me
are obstacles to ecstasy
as ecstasy without disguise
does not reside in breathless sighs
and this is true of love's deceit
whichever costume we entreat
he of rippling muscled shoulder
or she in dance a trifle bolder
endless passions we beseech
should be a lesson that we teach
to all who would possess a soul
life is the only shinning goal
life is the essence of ecstasy
the breath of every mystery
a season and the touch of a hand
only a moment in vanishing sand
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