Our Way

Love, gentle, is not our way...

Passions, volcanic, upon us play,

Flippant desires, humbled lust.

Sheepish kisses fall to dust.

Only the tides rival our soul.

Spinning cyclones out of control,

Bow to our feverish rapture;

Jealous, our love to capture.

Weep those, who cannot see,

The adoration betwixt you and me.

Beyond what the universe can convey,

Love, gentle, is not our way...