To love or not to love is the question,
Zeusophobia, not even to mention.
Which may develop to a sense of scrupulosity,
inviting all hands of monstrosity.
Phobias after phobias chasing shadows,
reaping and sustaining chaos.
Wilderness of compensation that lure,
fanatic pomp of glory without name.
Those who take love as natures concern,
intuitive knowledge with its diligent to learn.
Making ethical sense the greatest care,
necessities of a unconditional affaire.
That milk of paradise and eternal grace,
virtues texture and miracle surprise.
Treasure of all tender dark and light,
giving innocent love the space of might.
No phobias, no questions most likely to be,
presence love light shower has its melody.