They say that love and hate were once dear
friends -
But that was before a woman came between
them -
Who is the judge of the fires of love?
and how can a heart endure such pain!
For many have tried and many have failed
to conquer the wiles of passion -
It’s like a moth to a flame...
Pheromones are released into the air...
and the smell of seduction will intensify!
To you I am drawn like a baby to its mother’s
breast -
How can this be...
You have weaved your web, and I struggle,
but you have entangled me...
I am bounded by your strings of silk...
and in time you will devour me!
Love is the thread that binds one’s heart,
and hate is the result of you breaking it -
You spray Musk upon your skin...
You paint your lips a dark red...
You put a ribbon in your hair...
Then you slowly open the door of
no return!
Epaphroditus© October 9, 2005
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