And now I have another lad! <br /> No longer need you tell <br />How all my nights are slow and sad <br /> For loving you too well. <br /> <br />His ways are not your wicked ways, <br /> He's not the like of you. <br />He treads his path of reckoned days, <br /> A sober man, and true. <br /> <br />They'll never see him in the town, <br /> Another on his knee. <br />He'd cut his laden orchards down, <br /> If that would pleasure me. <br /> <br />He'd give his blood to paint my lips <br /> If I should wish them red. <br />He prays to touch my finger-tips <br /> Or stroke my prideful head. <br /> <br />He never weaves a glinting lie, <br /> Or brags the hearts he'll keep. <br />I have forgotten how to sigh- <br /> Remembered how to sleep. <br /> <br />He's none to kiss away my mind- <br /> A slower way is his. <br />Oh, Lord! On reading this, I find <br /> A silly lot he is.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-danger-of-writing-defiant-verse/
