True love is what many seek to attain
Its promise of heavenly bliss is certain
Yet many hearts and souls do ascertain
That its very procurement is uncertain

The sexual joys and thrills that pertain
To the intimate niches that we entertain
Plus sacred vows we neglect to entertain
Have forced true love to close its curtain

For the nature of man is a haven of distain
Such that he has failed miserably to sustain
The purity of true love, that calls to abstain
From vile and disloyal corruptions that stain

Thus because of man’s inability to restrain
From his many perversions that constrain
The power of true love, the cause of strain
That has ultimately derailed true loves train

It is the deceptions that our lusts contain
And the sexual greed our hearts maintain
That has erected a very massive mountain
Between us men and true loves’ fountain

Copyright © Bernard Owor

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