Paradisaical Symposium - Poem by Josh Alfred
Nature's request, her primal duty
To form a world of timeless allure.
Love wants and has not beauty.
Love is good ― immortal, pure.
Procreation is everlasting;
Love doth fasten its infinity.
The heart, but nature's asking
Is pulled to eternity.
Excellence is her one construction.
Eternity, the earth's hypnosis.
Flawless form ― her seduction.
Conceive that love be more than reaction
The one true lasting satisfaction.
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