Quatrain of Milksop Love
Milksop - weak person
O, thy childish milksop,
you are of little use to me,
with all the begging you have
chosen,
I must ignore your
request for love to transpire -
your favored comity - my heart is
frozen.
Perhaps when you grow
stronger, we can share our
lives, as if we were meant for each
other,
But until then, you
can just stay away, and let
my spirit roam where I might meet
another.
Yorktown Disciple
1979
Order # 1067
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