From Above
O'er Spring's precipice
looking from eternity
all loves bloom supreme
As Below
There exists a man
in a given time and space
who finds himself where
both love and lust intertwine.
One a denizen,
the other purely a guest.
Where does he go to
left, right, and/or otherwise?
One, sufficient, home---
the other, while alien---
is yet just as warm.
One path is viewed over pure;
One path over stained
While this man has his truth made
Others though have the other