27 Mar 2016 – Another Poem on Love
The freedom of the modern world consists of this:
you merely get to pick your Master, little slave.
As every soul’s allotted one heart-rending kiss,
thereafter it is doomed to chase the thing it craves,
it’s name in tongues of fire on the heart engraved.
So revel in your freedom while the choice is yours,
take care to interview each passing suitor well.
Remember, once it’s open you can’t close that door,
so choose your subjugation and all doubts dispell,
and pray you’re choosing heaven, not the pit of hell.