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Mate
A balance of urges, of power, of love,
A match, a partner, sent from above.
The creature in you recognizes (calls out to) its mate,
But the human side of you holds back, makes you wait.
What if he’s not right for me?
BUT HOW CAN HE BE WRONG?!
You know it instinctively,
But your mate plays along.
He too is conflicted,
Confused by civilization.
Inside, a battleground,
Of instinct versus education.
Society has taught you
To beware of where you place your trust,
But this feeling is age old,
This is belonging, not lust.
The fight rages on,
But the end cannot be seen.
Neither human nor animal can win,
And Heaven must intervene.
Lightening from above,
You fall with grace,
Right into his arms,
And you smell him;
Mate .