Ides of March - A Coward's View on Courtships
Inspired after listening to the tale of woe of a friend from the south...
Gate of ivory, gate of horn - we dream:
And cupid's arrow comes in gold and lead
To pierce the heart with fancy as we scream;
For loathing or love to Cupid's shaft is wed.
But how can we know the mark our heart will wear
Before it is pierced by fair or foulest hope?
And how can we know if love is what we'll bear,
Or find our whims are hung on hatred's rope?
A coward, I, I'm happy where I lie
In stately hall of matrimony's ice -
My risks are frozen, and now immune am I
To inspiration of the heart's own vice.
And am I happier, ten years away from this?
No risks for me - I'll cling to marriage bliss.
copyright 15 March 2001
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw, Birmingham.