Yes, leave my side to flirt with Maude, <br />To gaze into her eyes, <br />To whisper in her ear sweet words, <br />And low impassioned sighs; <br />And though she give you glance for glance, <br />And smile and scheme and plot, <br />You cannot raise a jealous thought, <br />I know you love her not. <br /> <br />Now turn to laughing Lulu, <br />That Witty, gay coquette, <br />With her teeth of shining pearl, <br />Her eyes and hair of jet: <br />With a mirthful smile imprison <br />Her hand within your own, <br />And softly press it—what care I? <br />You love but me alone. <br /> <br />To Ida’s chair you wander, <br />You’re bending o’er her now, <br />Until your own dark curls have brushed <br />Against her queenly brow; <br />In vain she strives to bind you <br />With fascinating spell; <br />For if sharply now I suffer, <br />You suffer too as well. <br /> <br />This fit of gay coquetry <br />Is meant, ah! well I know <br />To avenge my quiet flirting <br />At our ball a night ago, <br />With that winning, handsome stranger,— <br />Remember, Harry dear, <br />’Twas yourself who introduced him, <br />Yourself who brought him here. <br /> <br />Let us cease this cruel warfare, <br />Come back to me again! <br />Ah, what do we reap from flirting <br />But heartaches, mutual pain? <br />You’ll forgive my past shortcomings— <br />Be tender as of yore <br />And we both will make a promise <br />To henceforth flirt no more.<br /><br />Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flirtation-6/
