Compacted
Oh, I am fortune’s fool!
The man in love is like a soldier bound
For danger. Women walk like ghosts in love,
The menace and its wounding all around
Them. Love is like an Iron Maiden glove
Which harms the hand that does not seek its grip.
Those men who fall in love with women find
That males must suffer underneath the whip
That only tortured hearts can lash maligned
Lungs with. And if a man lusts for a man,
These two will find themselves both in a lurch
Of pain because society will ban
Love purely, the Ku Klux Klan in hate’s church.
..The man, the woman, teenage boy or girl
….In love is like a lyric, hammered pearl.