Desire, passion, any other name

True desire cannot be tamed,
Not till you've what is to be claimed,
All's risked when little can be gained,
Which with sense cannot be explained,
True desire stays where it's aimed,
Driving one forth even if maimed,
Resistance will only be feigned,
For its hold is ever maintained.

poem by Christian Lacdael
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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