A Defeat

There she goes trusting,
Here he is lusting,

If this relation is a lady,
It is raped already,

It is too late to save,
Only an afterthought to rave,

Like her trust matters much,
Like it ain't just paranoid fuss,

Like he fears moral authority,
Like he can fight his monstrosity,

But he is confused though denies,
Himself as two he identifies,

She is a part of his existence,
Despite a formidable resistance,

In unity they refuse to coexist,
In division they cease to exist,

In their true form as law of nature,
Of whom he believes himself truest creature,

So he overpowers to supersede,
But conscience are her seed,

Making roots on this scourged earth,
Warming up this ever cold hearth,

But her push is too covert,
And his pull is too overt,

He is seemingly an absolute winner,
Even if she holds strongly in the interior,

And only actions can be seen,
Thoughts are too hard to glean,

In his win he is aloof,
In her defeat they both lose,

An eternal dilemma of right and just,
Such is the story of love and lust.