Battle Of The Mind
When you are with her there is the sun,
But when you're away from her there is only but eternal night.
And I swear to all things that is holy,
That I love her with all the ounce of my very being;
No! She is a coquette! O yes of course to my knowledge
Yet against the voice of my conscience I wooed her.
Thus I have seen her chaste, meek and beautiful that you called coquette,
For her very footsteps alone moistens my rough thighs.
And in my mind's eye I see her loose gown from her shoul