"Slave of love & light of my eyes"; Etienne Dinet, Oil, 1904
“Love is an angel, disguised as lust” – not exactly.
Serving the flesh, releasing the men at sea Holy unity, for years, you will lack. Aroma, persona, hourglass, and face What’s left is intellect to seal the chase.
Bring your spirit, true it must be Lay it down and steer it to her. Expose your fears, share the laughs Still, you are nothing but a walking staff.
Confess your love, digress not, and make it clear Spill your spirit, smile, and pass it through her eyes. Wait you must, for a sacred trust has been broken. Staunch is all you’ll ever be, same words never to be spoken.
Pain is predictable, but self pity --neglect Lust will forever simmer, momentarily you seem to forget. Holy unity, one thinks, you still lack Better now than tomorrow, trust in that.
The descent into a darker state of mind isn't always a cause for concern. Intense reflection as a by-product of sadness can teach us interesting things about ourselves and wake us up from an otherwise monotonous existence.Anger focused into determination and inspiration can also yield positive results. Powerful energy that would otherwise cause damage can be harnessed and put to good use. This is the same concept as using elements to generate electricity and causing chemical reactions, such as explosions to propel our vehicles. Easier said than done.