Untitled 2 Poem by Hannah Barham

Though I may choose
To dally awhile
With your enamoured person,
Do not presume
That you are mine and
I am yours,
For it is not so.
The truth, my friend,
Is that I am mine
And you are yours
And that is how I wish it.
If it was not, my dear,
It would change
And you would either
Find yourself once again alone,
Or labouring under
A false protection of
Yours and mine
For as long as the whim
Should please me.