Monday, 23 December 2013

Improbable Reason

Improbable reason,
What does thou mean
To perturb my sleep?
Provoke my innocence
And tempt me,
and yet not one dare,
To lay your hand upon my soul?
Does thou know’st my virtue’s rest
Lies modest in thy kindred flame
And I, not dare nor either choose
Thou love, my heart he doth possess.
But tis’ thy fate that passion tends
To lend thy fire lest I not see
My only love, shall ever rule
And humbly reign o’er me.

Lisa A. © 2013

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