My love is like the owl

Asleep in the morning
When your face is true
Active at night
When the darkness conceals you

With stern, gaped eyes
That press through and through
And patience
That subdues my urges for a few.

Your loves purity,
Full of innocence and honesty that keeps you tame,
Drives the dove to insanity
And places me in the cold arms of shame

Because my love
Is full of faults
And puts our love
On seemingly endless halts

Unfortunately as I hoot
It is not my conscious calling
But are my lusts
That I deem abhorring

Like the owl
My tranquil face masks my sins
And the biggest sin of all
Is my selfish love for you

As it makes the devil
Shake his head with disgust
Due to its purpose being to please
What pleas to be pleasured

What my mind is trying to say,
As it keeps my heart at bay,
Is that one thought remains true,
And that is to be inside of you.

Antoine La Najja

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