To Be Obsessed With Dalliance Poem by r james sterzinger

To be obsessed
With the female form,
Must not be the quest
Must not be the norm.

To be obsessed
With dalliance,
To tell her things
To take one's chance.

It may and can
Destroy with a fling,
A young man's dreams
Before they take to wing.

The heat and steam
Will bustle and brew,
Destroy your vision
With one sweet mew.

The doorway you
Wish to enter in,
Lasts but for a while
And THAT'S the sin.

Because a woman's love
Is a terrible thing,
It melt's the snow
It freezes the spring.

Don't doubt me
I know whence I speak,
I lost my soul
When I kissed her cheek..

I fell once in love
With a courageous thump,
When she turned aside
When she bared her rump.

Then for a year
She wound her web,
Then took my soul
And left our bed.

Like steam leaving
A tea kettle pot,
She took our love
Destroyed the lot.

Then off she went
With her smile and charms,
I found her again
In another man's arms.

We divided every thing
We had,
Now my children call
Another man dad.

So be careful when
You choose to dance,
You may be like me
Lost in circumstance.