Passed Season

More beautiful than autumn, that’s her name- but like leaves, I fell for her

Knowing that I’ll never be the same; it’s likely that I’ll adore her

For all of eternity, her beauty stirs such a storm in me

I felt from the first moment that I faced her, more than feelings that she forms in me-

The fact that I don’t have to be near her to love her, says it all

The flesh wants to conceal her and no other in its strong arms, to protect her from all harm

The soul too has armed itself, it longs to defend no one else

And beckons the spirit to come near and reveal its plan

To align so that nothing will blind this man

So that the flesh, soul, and spirit are as one

Only then can I mend with my love, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun

But until that day comes, and until that day arrives

I must make certain that my passion still survives

By pursuing the one that truly satisfies

So that one day, I may chase God by her side.