LOVE'S REPRIMAND

My darling I am sore with love

‘Tis a malady that permeates slowly;

Yet not so painful that hope can’t rise above

Like the morning sun though the light is poorly.

My eye is empty because you have gone away

And death seems far more a friendlier thought;

Life has become indecent; passion I hold at bay

I can’t remember what you kisses have wrought!

My love, please return your smile to my aching heart;

Your warmth to my bed for the nightly cold is brutal!

I would hear your most passionate remark

While your caresses express my acquittal

And my body answers your insistent demand

I’ll happily submit to love’s reprimand!