Rebel Verses — Love not too Much

Have you too greatly loved?

Sister take warning!

Once let your soul be moved, Sable your mourning;

If he be satiate, Then an ingratiate, Waiteth the dawning.

Shew not the passion That stirs in your veins, Far more alluring To handle the reins, His love ensuring....

In masculine fashion If certain--he wanes.

He the pursuer Must ever press on, Passionate wooer Whilst you are a stone;

Shew but a touch, Yet never too much And the battle is won.

Man is a monster Made to be stroked, Close then your arms Cover your charms;

Great the enticement Of beauties when hidden, Of passion well cloaked.

Crazed, he shall plead, For what you yield gladly, Fiercer his greed, For what you give madly;

You may have measure Of love's burning pleasure And still hold your treasure....

Sister take heed!