Disillusionment is difficult . But truth is harder still . And anger turns up so often . In our search for love . Dysfunction is natural . As a reaction to deceit . Leaving us to wonder . What normalcy might be . Now facts may be formidable . But intimacy takes the cake . The challenge: Baring all your parts . Hoping you won’t break . So naked we plead for compassion . And partners whose peculiarities . Harmonize in our sighs . Given we’re in tune with . What rests between our thighs . Before we’re entangled . In what amity might imply . Realize apropos of nothing . Spiritual intercourse will . Forever catch our eye . And the cycle just keeps going . As we struggle for faith . Clinging to the hope . That in time our . Consciousness will wake .