My love is like the owl <br /> <br />Asleep in the morning <br />When your face is true <br />Active at night <br />When the darkness conceals you <br /> <br />With stern, gaped eyes <br />That press through and through <br />And patience <br />That subdues my urges for a few. <br /> <br />Your loves purity, <br />Full of innocence and honesty that keeps you tame, <br />Drives the dove to insanity <br />And places me in the cold arms of shame <br /> <br />Because my love <br />Is full of faults <br />And puts our love <br />On seemingly endless halts <br /> <br />Unfortunately as I hoot <br />It is not my conscious calling <br />But are my lusts <br />That I deem abhorring <br /> <br />Like the owl <br />My tranquil face masks my sins <br />And the biggest sin of all <br />Is my selfish love for you <br /> <br />As it makes the devil <br />Shake his head with disgust <br />Due to its purpose being to please <br />What pleas to be pleasured <br /> <br />What my mind is trying to say, <br />As it keeps my heart at bay, <br />Is that one thought remains true, <br />And that is to be inside of you.<br /><br />Antoine La Najja<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-like-an-owl-three-deadly-confessions-no1/
