I'll show you
She thought
Question my wantings
Two can play at that
Not like our younger days
Everything for fun
Now there are manners attached
And long wide silk handkerchiefs
I love you
For all you are & are not
Your pre-existing conditions
Your easy way to understanding
All those crowds
At my mosque
Wedding party singers
Not mine of course
She remains gentle
Through the frustrations
Each a curse
On her alabaster skin
Some of her herald was a causeway
Was it not?
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