A New Deal
If you dare not to stop me for a Kiss,
A single one that I wouldn’t trade
For every artwork once made,
I will steal your charming fleur-de-lis
To stitch on my coat of arms,
saving me from earthly charms.
How truthful it is if you have to steal,
Easily changing when a new face
chases my eyes with her grace,
Kiss me willing now for our new deal:
To kiss me ever when I demand
as I will also obey your command.
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