Lady Overawed Visualizing Erotic

Compassion is my daily bread

A healthy meal,

And thus LOVE I met.

LOVE wasn’t my first sight,

It was dimmed;

A constantly growing light.

The feeling itself left me starving,

Now dried up…

Made me go searching.

Knowledge in it scarcely unbound;

What was achieved

Is but what I have found.

Love could mean a thousand joy

To some…

It’s just a players’ ploy.

This mystical-filled emotion

Perverted by many

As a chemical reaction.