Just WordsA curve of the lip - a smile to invite talk;
A curve of the hip - a sway to welcome time
Spent with the lass whose smile and lovely walk
Seduce my thoughts and set to word this rhyme.
A poet's weakness - to be so easily led
Astray from staunch and upright thought and deed.
To be so easily led from moral stead
Is now my curse; and where will it me lead?
And yet I glory in this weakened state
For were it for frailty's humble mask
I would never see the smiling face of Fate,
Nor glimpse in women the Goddess' divine spark.
And so my curse has turned into a gift,
And what would sadden shall now my spirits lift.
copyright 21 August 2000
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw.