I hath wondered in my lifetime,
More so, I fear, than most,
If he, of whom thy love is set
–and set is he within his prime–
Doeth carry more than thine host
Of love for thee as I when met.

For met have we in time of past,
In summers long forgotten,
When love for thee thine host hath pled
–and in return hath she but gassed–
And drove of love to not but rotten,
That host would woe of words then said.

But said and done are these of past,
And present now a time of option.
–If choseth she to consider choice–
Would choose thine host to see at last
His love of long a willful adoption,
And with affection both rejoice.