Love’s Sting

Sometimes we don’t know what we need

But only what we want

How rare when bound in love they meet

Rather than heart they haunt

To this love’s bumps and bruises shall

Provide a balance of things

As sweet on tongue life’s medicine

Can counteract its sting

Thus, sacrifice we ego

To acquire a remedy

And flush lust’s deadly poison

In the flux of lonely greed

Till in the end desire

Is but for the things we need

For what we need is love itself

And Self one with all being