Lines Iv Poem by Nyx C Styx

A woman's heart is ruled by time
not by roses, not by rhyme
burning love that never bends
burns like the candle, lit on both ends

Oh! Young men of the day
a damsel may fall in love with you today
and in her cheeks the fire burns
and the dreams and longing returns

make haste
not a moment waste
lest the longing turns to pain
look upon her cheeks again
upon her velvet face so fair
you will find nothing there.