• Lust, who loves to ache and throb,
    With weak knees and bolted knob,
    Among thine foliage lies divine
    Beneath thy sins hide tithes of wine,
    To thee a lingering lioness
    Hath been - wild seductress of the cats -
    Left thee out for worse, suppressed -
    To drain thee down to bed with rats
    While in thine bed I did cry,
    A babe - with tears left out to dry.
    From ruby, emerald shiny things
    So tempting to grasp, so easy to please
    With so much deceit lie monstrosities,
    I have found it to fool most of thy being
    Through searching for love that was not thine to seize.
    And when the time should ever arise
    For love to prevail, 'tid be a surprise -
    Such nonsense to thee at such a young age
    Too hard to believe - but with all of the lies!
    Thy heart a lioness entrapped in a cage
    Unless 'tis lust you wish from thy guise.