Passion?

Two deep pools of yearning
Are the eyes of my beloved,
I crave her love more than life,
I dream of her white skin,
The silk of her raven hair,
Her very being is my temple,
The answer to my prayers,
I can not live without her love,
I'd sell my very soul
To gods or devils without care
To spend my life with only her...

I married her, took her to bed,
She was an absolute catastrophy,
My life was filled with misery
And I must say to my regret,
I now envy the dead...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz