I love you…
And respect is part of it
It’s this reverence which scares me
When time shall come, what will I do?

Love is sweet…
And bondage is part of it
For years I requited it in full measure
Now time calls ‘Girl drum your beat!’

Love’s labour was trying…
And you endured it with open arms
Become but I have an another dream
Dream still it is, rare and charming

No love lost…
Haunting is even the thought of it
Yet true like the dying flame of a candle
But let’s burn it as a bonfire… not a pyre