The messages of farewell, that we mortals write today,

Are sometimes the feelings, we’re afraid to give or to say.

A new butterfly above, leaves this mistress in despair.

Intimidated by her passion, ashamed of his own passion he bares.

Loud, like sounding bells, poorly, as in dismay.

He can’t retract his needs;  and rushes back, to where she lay.

“Seeking my body to love, you find yourself pleading fair”.

Is like an “I told you so”;  and hates that, “she went there”.

“Your heart may grow colder, but it will never spill”.

Is another statement he hears, that comes from his own weak will.

“The cup fulfilled of passion from which your lips are now wet”

Her words distract him;  cause he’s not finished yet.

“My soul has far more fire, than you have frost to chill.”

Is the last thing he want to hear;  but he tries, still.

“Your body has more desire, than you can make your mind forget!”

He says, “That’s ok.  I’ll be back for more, of what made my lips wet!”