The Rebel
Language: English
It is, for me, impossible to determine right from wrong
when the love of my life is concerned.
Reason and Experience attest to the futility of struggling with Heart,
the center of Love's awesome power.
Fearful threats by Ruin, Disgrace and Ridicule
do their utmost to contain me.
But the mere thought of her illuminates my spirit with such fire
that all such foes wither in its presence.
Our Creator has made us to set one another aflame with desire,
but yet, proclaims it sinful that we should even touch!
Although He may loose Thompson's "Hound of Heaven" to seek me out if I
should transgress,
I shall run, fearlessly, to the arms of my beloved,
just to give the beast a mission.
If I must suffer condemnation to see my love,
there will be no contest.
One touch from her fingertips is worth a thousand horrid bites.
One kiss from her sensuous lips is worth the ravaging canine jaws!
Although the hound, as the law's avenger,
may shake me by the neck
until my spirit fades away,
he will soon realize his failure to punish.
When he withdraws his ugly teeth,
he will observe the contented smile
upon my poor, dead face.
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Researcher for this page: Wallace Earl De Pue
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 25
Word count: 203