Challenged by this rare love that has come my way
It’s become source of anguish lived each day
For it lacks desire for mutual body‘s want to play
Fueling thoughts of anguish that feed a growing dismay
To this elusive sexual desire I’ve become enslaved
Purchased out of irrational reason: it’s what is craved
Knowing full well it’s a troubled road being paved
Built on hope, its potential price, will forever be delayed
Can this brooding love’s frustration be forever held at bay
Or left to daily question:Is it here to stay?
And for it: what need be paid?
And from it: how to be saved?