Your words for her- hedmistress
Stony heart, unyeilding, unromantic
Unemotional, wicked, hard and frigid.
All for spurning your gifts,
Yor crooning and professions of love
You consider your gallantry all in vain
For her refusal to step into anothers territory
She would want to come but how?
Buzzing with this burning question
She presents her proposition
To consider as a mirage this meeting
For each would go on - alone
Like your occupied territory
She is a tiny xog in a very large wheel
The body of Christ.
She cannot sanction anything outside that system
Where she had had her ays in the sun.
So, while clinging unto that sanctuary for saints
She bids bye bye to romantic gestures.