Desire Through The Ages
Since the beginning of time man has desired
And woman has given pleasure to his need,
Primordial urges were fulfilled when fired
By natural attraction, his urge to heed.
There was no language in the stone age of cavemen,
Man and woman had a sort of sign language way
Of expressing clearly what they were craving,
Without words, sounds were used for what they had to say.
Of course there are still good examples to be found
Of cavemen types in all cultures of the world today,
But, for the most part, humans have come around
To a more refined language to woo and sway.
Still it took quite awhile to learn about romance
And to grasp the emotions of feelings to sate.
But, back in primitive times there was the dance,
To express natural needs and choose a mate.
There eventually came the time when love
Became the first and most important reason,
For man and woman with blessings from above,
Then marriage was the best way to be pleasin’.
Throughout the ages marriage vows were sacred,
And the commitment was something to cherish,
But a change in society made those vows tainted,
And for many, sacred vows were not their wish.
What is to become of love, the core of life,
The one thing that held together matrimony,
Of a most blessed marriage for man and wife,
Is there no way of waking up and atoning?
There are many who are happy in their stand
On marriage, and may the high powers that be
Guide you and keep you always hand in hand
To give you many blessings, joy and harmony.
There are also many who so need to be loved
To know once again the natural desire
Of man and woman together, and be moved
When the heart and soul needs to quench the fire.
For those who are longing for that one beloved
Who will be by your side for all eternity,
Let not the desire control your whole life,
Follow your heart and dreams in harmony.
“Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon
– Kahlil Gibran
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns