Labor of love just doesn't cut it,
Conquest in reality is the lighter we'll lit,
No sound from souls will continue this beat,
Two beings in love will not provide the needed heat,
This world of ours we can never cheat,
Filling our hearts with its loveless beads,
Mask of dreams and fantasies we shed,
No longer we decide to be fully clad,
Shame upon shame we are bathed in,
As the world inches closer making us its kin.
