the henpecked mistress of
a frozen night
hands held a gloved
in juvenile delight
the shackles thrown
to feelings blithe
and in her shown
remained a live
for tempest foul
the boundaries of couth
asked to be flaunted
both happy and versute
though soon to be haunted
because
now that it's had
now it can be lost
and in no way sad
can these eyes be