he shattered them down, one by one,
to let her in.
Was it love?
or was it lust?
He would cross the seven seas to reveal.
She pleasured him and she had him pained.
She was his unblemished harlequin,
as soft as a rosette so divine.
He built their own world against infidelity.
Their bodies linked with sin beyond right and wrong.
His promises were boundless,
so did her endless arride.
Was he a delinquent?
or was he insane?
He would devote all in all to mend his mistakes.
She gave him her heart,
there-withal her soul and uncertain fate.
And the rules were in vain as she swayed his dismay.
