I SAW A PLAITED HEAD,
WITH WHITE TEETH, WARMLY WED
TO SOFT CHEEKS CREAMED IN RED;
ON WHICH MY SOUL, I FED.

I STOUTLY STOOD MY GROUND,
AND WAVED MY WANTON WAND,
HOPING TO MAKE HER STAND,
AND SIP MY SILVER SOUND.

TWO EYES ROLLED IN ONE HEAD,
LIKE WHITE PEARLS SPREAD ON BED.
HER SMILES WEAVED SPARKLY THREAD,
ON LIPS, LIKE HONEY SPREAD.

“IS THIS MY ROSE OF HOPE
OR JUST A SUICIDE ROPE?”

AND YES, SHE SMILED AGAIN,
SENDING SPARKS THROUGH MY BRAIN,
WRAPPING ME IN MY THOUGHTS,
ROLLING ME INTO NUTS.

AND THEN SHE CHANGED HER LANE!
LEAVING ME CHAINED TO PAIN,
PLEADING OUT ALL IN VAIN,
UNDER THAT PORING RAIN!

BUT

SOME SEASONS DOWN THE LINE,
THROUGH THICK AND PRICKLY PINE,
I WATERED WELL MY VINE,
AND LEFT THE SUN TO SHINE,
TURNING MY ONE TO NINE,
MAKING HER WORLD AS MINE.

SO

LOOKING AT THIS SWEET FRAME,
WOULD YOU CHALLENGE MY CLAIM,
THAT SEEDS NURTURED IN STRAIN,
MAY SPROUT A GOLDEN GRAIN?