Protocol.... and the end result

I may ask my eyes not to behold the ravishing face

And remain cloth-eared to the mellifluous gales

I may try to get away from the irresistible scent

And restrain my arms for the embrace intent

Protocol merely binds the senses

And stymies the corporeal impulses

But Love knows no boundary

And goes past the protocol insouciantly

The end result, trust me, my darling, will be, transcendence

and Confluence of You and I, sans physical enchantments