A sprinkle in time that left them blinded with emotions, They could not control their feelings or perceive their delusions, Far beyond the horizons they could feel their future grow in contemplation, And their hearts entangled in Ecstasy and love illusion, Their minds in a frenzy, lost in the world that all driped in temptation, Their souls within begged for the best of every situation, Their bodies in an embrace, so sensual and on a constant motion, Their words simple as they whispered from the bosom of their intuition, It doesn't end well that which starts well , it is said in Anticipation, That which cannot be controlled, as they watched it flow by like a liquid or a lotion, For the faint in heart and the mild in spirit came by with feeble emotions, But was it all in vain, a good thing that grew from their hearts and was founded from their own citations?
Things And Devices of Life