164 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Fair Maiden Well behold her Posh Display
Astound me with your Earnest Dance at Noon
As Prim and Proper your Court would Delay
Once I wave your Heart as Begotten soon
Let me be Frank as Frank be Incense smell
Your Portrait both Flesh as Earth could Provide
Be Lovely as Prime your Fresh Harvest swell
And never let my Fuel's Core subside
That past my sullen Intern has ignored
With such State could read your Letters be seen
To count me in my Devotion adored
As Slate keep my Discovery pristine.
Hardly you knew my haste Report began
My Prayers dear Maiden has been a Man.