Covenant

No one acts more foolishly than a wise man in love
The joy that washes over seems like sparrow found his trove
But bereft of that simple pleasure
Man is but a vagabond searching for treasure

So steeply entwined in his misery he gets begotten
The pleasures of life are best forgotten
For eve shall be my aid in this pome
She bit that forbidden apple
And burdended forever was this dome

What escapes bounded rationality
Is that this pome is penned in humility
What shudders the protagonist
Is that love he's not in, and that is alarmist

With God he had made a pact a while ago
And God had promised not to meddle with his ego
But God went back on his promise
Ergo God shall repair the covenant and return the solace