His Love

God, he would catch a hornet on the wing relish infinite beauty, not its sting 'Should I love you, well that's not a question he would entertain at any junction'. He can see the pain behind the smile, (Tina Louise, words) knows if we stay strong, it will be worthwhile Sees we are weak when we cry out vengeance in his name forgives us when we look to him for blame So, we're fickle, faults plenty - but love my love is anything but parental love. I'm coarse, overbearing, like a father but that's because my star sign is cancer. As humans, we are so very weak (Tina Louise, words) pleasures of the flesh we seem to seek Lovers of ourselves we can't help but destroy yet our souls cry out for peace love and joy A Herculean task we lovers share he's like Samson shorn; reds her auburn hair The phoenix of Joan of Arc - she's reborn Fights whatever injustice love finds forlorn. In calibration with Tina Louise my friend on The Starlite Cafe as part of a challenge