The Duties of A Lover
In Favor of Fidelity
If a moments wait would turn to dust
An hour frustrate lust,
To get a maiden's back to bend
A proposition of union discreet
Then perhaps you are unworthy of the greater prize
Had upon the sacrament
Blessed with a timeless seal
If you truly care for her
That which drives you now
Could lead you to your higher self
And love not burn but grow as time passes on
To take a thing in a moments haste
That later prove to be a waist or snare
Come friend be aware!
True affections bow not to clocks.
Dying slowly with each tick-tock.
The connection would not trap you bellow
Shucking plating when the sun bakes.
So guard yourself