The lust parable...but Heaven sigh

Little lust I gazed upon,
And I haste me to bed,
To feed reason and fantasy.

Little lust I gazed upon,
Sweet, Temperate and Tormenting.
In fresh figures, full of dreary charm.
But Heavens laughs….

Little Lust I gazed upon,
And that which control my being
Part its occupation,
Long gone till November
But at home in its lover’s arm,
The wind.

Little Lust I gazed upon,
Peace or Pasture, I found none again.
High and dirty, girdle in rags,
Till my strength, become dung.

Little Lust I gazed upon,
Yet I will still come as I am,
To the one who knows my weakness,
That all wounds be healed,
And like the prodigal,
Till mercy save me with sweet relief.

I tot of u now & always
Inspired by loneliness
‘08