Once the body takes up robes,
as for everyone transpires,
Love becomes a heavy load,
what had no limits prior,
now it's shores have been invaded.
…………………..…… For all time!
Consumed with rust the anchor,
faded beneath the spongy seaweed
line toward a territory newly-hidden.
For once She was a Shrine for two,
now the tomes of monks, forbidden,
the prayers for her do not come through.
But her eyes are still the same...
Gaze carefully, your vision hone:
for winter nights brimful with flame,
what once a sin - now icy stone.
But don't be fooled by crooked dicta
that your shoulders still can carry.
Some wise-men past have fallen victim
So who are we to not be wary?