O you who make so many swoon at your feet br Through history your charm and your alluring splendor br Has always induced a sacrifice to meet br br Sometimes I feel it’s a snare that’s slipped into br A trick of nature for spawning to persist br A trap nearly inevitable, laid for a lure br A next stage of a life, for loneliness a cure br br Is it true that passion can really persist br Through years of haste and anger and stress br Of the routine mundane endeavors of life br Where feelings of elation are replaced by strife br br O you who possess the paramount beauty br You carry eyes, affections, even hearts within br Like adornments and diamonds stroking on your skin br Of those you encounter along your course of life br br I wonder at this wonder that always continues br Hearts meet in love but in time a bad omen br Yet a battle I feel sometimes in my sinews br To surrender to the beauty and love of a woman br br (2009-05-10)br br Francois Hoonbr br