Caress the lass, said I
In moments when my mind couldn't comment
On aspects of romance whose dance could fly
Back to packs of kisses that ended a torment
I bought for a thoughtful move
To address the stress
I endured in a lure groove
When I could press for progress
On plans to run away from a clan
That opposed the rose
I'd plucked not by luck to ban
Their insistence and persistence to cause
A delay in negotiations that in their view
Advanced the lance
That brought into question anew
Serious doubts about stubborn stance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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