A Poet's Reply to Her Entreaty
I treasured every hallowed sound that lips
Divine and loving formed, I, not every
Common man, admired more than curved hips,
But beheld such sweet tender livery
That dying in arms clad would find me true.
As caring gem met mine, the instant came
When all consuming desire, seen through
The embrace betwixt, renders no heart tame.
Forbidden thoughts dance a madcap revelry
Through romance's dreaming honor guard,
Sowing a bitter seed for pure dowery
And turning a fool man to love-sick bard
If my solicitous words are for naught,
Every joy I have has been by her caught.
