Naivety of Passion

She grew insane Calling his name He wonder how she came to know His home, when He had not told He stood out the window To see her face so pale Oh no, she's a nightmare of wilt and mildew, And full of disdain She screamed even more "kill me kill me, you soul stealer" Now she did had said, what he was afraid to hear at any day "I've come to die in the flesh cos you've taken my soul already from me" Indeed I recall the night before That he had flirt with her In disguise of love She opened herself so full and free Cos in his deep dark eyes She thought to had found love and candor And a bit of adore But he had no strand a love For any part of her being Save the passion of prurience and ardor A fur ball of sanity The irony of pleasure That blinds the mind to reason, To sense for a season Now he stands at his window To see a woman Bereaved of present joy If not forever ~ naivety of passion