Husband's Temper Poem by Timothy Faboade

He picked his broken heart and said,
'To where, Lady, has your soul fled
Back to the altar or Dido's bloody shrine?
Wait! And stay for an age with mine!

'Lady, listen, to here you're not bound
Though as if you're you sorely sound
I'm not a hilarious, hunting hound
To a nice home miraculously mound.

'If flying away suits your livid interest
And the affection you'll more detest
Upon all the fondly love I invest,
Fly away, fly to have another union test.

'Large for you are my dear dreams
Full of bright, light, mighty beams,
Behold their rays and heavy gleams
Coming like a blue, humble stream! '