Lest I show thee
Myself
Have I no thought
Left.
'Tis a wonder
I breathe
'Tis a charm all
Bereft.
My own eyes now:
Too soft
My own face:
A snare.
Discrete I plead
Tonight
When we are gathered
All there.
I love too well
To lose
By my own sins
Your hand.
My foolishness
Deprived
Me of my promised
Land.
I'm sorry, love
I ought
Remember who
You are.
I refuse your
Friendship
When I've gone
Too far.
postscript
"Like a gold ring in a pig's snout is a beautiful woman who shows no discretion." Proverbs 11:22