In shadows of young love, a tale unfolds,
Where conscience, newborn, in affection molds.
Oh, love, in youth, unversed in conscience’s lore,
Yet from love’s essence, conscience does implore.

Soft deceiver, withhold the blame you sow,
Lest guilt, a mirror, in your sweetness grow.
As you betray, my nobler self gives in,
To base desires, my flesh’s secret sin.

A dialogue within, soul to the frame,
Love triumphs, and reason fades, a fleeting flame.
At the mere mention of your cherished name,
My spirit claims you, in love’s triumph, aim.

In pride, love’s servant, willingly confined,
To stand beside you, in fate intertwined.
Conscience, be silent, for this love I chase,
Her love, the muse, my rise and fall embrace.

:: 12.02.2023 ::