Plomb this Hand to stamp Cotton to your Name
Is a Task too daunting for me to assume
Though embed, plast Sentiments to your Fame
Will allow the Charmer to bleed your Perfume
And why now? Ask this Soiled Agent bereft
Pleading when he is qualified to kiss
At least in-tune, break-saddle for such Theft
Sipping your Smile as he conquers your Bliss
But you type on - Busy - less a Bee's Stock
Yet ardent be the Pleasures you relay
When - snipping the Eight - rest-easy for Lock
Bid your Moment's hurry to cheer your day.
Yet such Smile remains. Which your Elder missed
Interprets a Choice; Yet a Choice sans Risk.