Infatuation

Into the jungle, the realm of all hazards With love and a tucked-spear armed The infatuated sphingid his way bravely wended Heedless, the hostile beasts all around scuppered. In shady corners their merciless fangs sharpening The sphinx moth the orchid’s love shielding All perils boldly daring, all around hovering His sweetheart frenziedly for eons seeking Never flinching, never faltering nor huddling Breezes he rode whilst his love whetting His sweet maiden’s scent to his senses wafting His wing beats to her fabled nectar guiding.