For what is love if not but plundered lust,
That smoldering peace that follows courtship’s war;
When aphrodisia is quite razed to dust
What of sweet sighs and looks, allures of more?
So dawns that armistice that heaven endorsed
Two sparring hearts now in alliance pledged;
‘Neath eyes of god, fidelity enforced;
Into that loving cup, sweet passion wedged.
But true love thrives, and from lust’s ashes rise,
And like the phoenix soars on wings aflame
Lifting love’s burden to empyreal skies,
And from this vantage there, for life to reign.
No greater glory ever knew defeat;
As love succeeding lust’s surrender sweet.

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