Yield, she said.
Before we go there.
I'll need a ring upon my hand.
I'm a classy lady.
Who above a one night stand?

Stop!
Before you move in for a kiss.
You must come to me correct.
I'm a temple.
And must be respect for this.

Wait!
I advised you of the rules.
Before I remove shoes or anything else.
A ring must be placed upon my left hand.
I'm above a one night stand.

And if you a good man.
This you would understand.

Gosh!
I whisper to myself.
Is she really worth all this trouble.

I must stop.
I must yeild.
I must wait.
Well, I guess I will marry her.

Then , I won't have to hear yield.
I might hear wait.
And maybe stop.
Then, I use all the terms back upon her.