Finding Love

Tis never hour for which to gaze
into the sorcerer’s labyrinth.
Though smoke doth pour of open bays
beware his midnight’s fab’ric.
For deep inside he learns the way
to conquer all weakened souls.
And all of those who’ve gone alone –
left bloodless during day.

Yet to learn the trick of love’s desire,
of beauty lass so enchanting –
you may chance the halls of his quicken mire,
to earn his right of granting.
And if you survive the lass be yours,
but with this curse, of every verse –
of yours to her supplanting.

For never shall her womanly wiles
be known by you for rote,
only you’ll find those carnal smiles
first daily then yearly doled.

So if true love is on your mind,
and sweet destiny your eager search,
to hell with those of wizard kind
and find your lover in church!

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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