The long awaited moon
Has thus taken its seet
In the starry sky
Right above our room
My lovely young bride
Along with her pride
Takes her time
To show me all she's got.
The stage is set
The eyes are met
But alas! I fret
the night ain't perfect.
I can't align
My mind's design
Within her figure
That lacks more vigor
In fact our hearts
Were the perfect match
Yet my eyes craved
For more in her.
To hold tight
I yearned for sleek hips
To tenderly touch
I wanted coiled hair
Oh poor dear
Shan't shed a tear
But with her failed gear
I'll only be her fear.
How can I juxtapose
Her plain-Jane figure
with the physiques that made me froze
filled with lust and vigor
It wasn't her,
my eyes wanted most
But it was her ,
Who was drawn to me so close.
I was told that she ditched
A mad goggle-eyed fool
With whom she saw no future
Which she neither shall have with me.
It's not my fault
She made her own snare
To trap us both
in an undue share.
Everything in my power
I did to turn her down
And yet none could cover
Her love that bore my crown.
By the grace of all we married
Never to keep it long
the morrow that sun shall carry
will tell her I've long gone.
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