At once to crave companionship of oneness with another
While delighting in free solitude does utterly incur
The wrath of monsters of the mind to force upon their will
That enslaves the spirit all too well with little hope to quell
To feel it all does whelm the gut, just cause to wrench and squirm.
Fear it not, horror or repulsion, but instead re-affirm:
Wholeness of our true selves and hold value i it’s place,
Valuable integral strength our being does encase
So crippled, tortuous, maimed spirit, behold not corrupt deception
For paradoxes cannot exist, truth lies amidst mixed emotion.