Temptation is not sin, yet a reception within
the inquisitive mind gives it birth;
contemplation will spin what desire won't rescind
till experience has furrowed its earth.

Temptation entices, like a gourmet with spices,
to experience failed pleasures again;
imagination's devices despite well-marked prices
ignore indulgence's imperiling man.

Temptation hears voices from long ago choices
or conceives a fresh lyric to sing,
whose novelty rejoices till opening the invoices
of the fiddler who played for the fling.

Temptation always uses what we love, and abuses
the option between good and the rest;
it's us the Lover chooses, and man who loses
if desire diverts mortals from His best.

--H. Arlequin 



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