When lovers lie all spent and yet complete,
the moment is a measure of our needs:
both love and life demand a laboured feat,
fulfillment is achieved through striving deeds.
When basking in that satisfying glow,
the fleeting pleasure of success impels
compulsive searching for an overflow,
exploring far off peaks and darkest wells.
A captured heart still craves a dream reward;
like roaming eyes we notice each new goal,
desire fires and won’t be ignored.
Such virgins lead to breaking our parole.
Contentment never lasts, life’s lessons teach,
we’ll always ache for what is out of reach.