The Sirens of Love

Along the hazy road that lead to the house over the haunted hills,

Sat the most beautiful of Night-blooming jasmines,

Whose mere sight and smell turned the phantasms of a mind true,

And brought forth the Sirens of love to bloom.

Who knows of the identity without a clue?

And can attest to that feeling of the moody blues?

Yet my heart jumped as my ears caught

The Sirens of love I sought.

Unreasonable my response and flashy my reasons,

True it seemed under the moonlight in the Autumn season,

But the mind warned the heart

To keep the Sirens of love apart