The Byron Experience

Perhaps the choice of love or lust
Is one that shadows the choice of trust
Can needs be bloated by simple touch
Or will physical torture be too much
Expected to be mindful of past friends love
Carry him to be weary of coupling thereof
And with the stupidity and blindness
Said friend shall join in shared caress
Success you've got his hands on you
But failure his hands are on her too
Classic envy floods your pores
Regarded, different, trust is no more
Passion has rid and beat morals
Lonliness to be worn as laurels
So though love physical you possess
Any further love has being laid to rest