Cassandra's Quatrains For a Young Man

Whenever I see a young man Proudly made of steel I wonder at the young woman Sure to make him kneel Wherever I hear a young man Loudly praise his great deal I ponder if a young woman Might make much of his meal Whatever a young man Gladly claims to bear his seal I tender that a young woman, Somehow, had made him real Whomever would deny That anything he may feel Is not without a reply In the partner at his heel Is a fool; young man, tenfold. We each are bound to repeat, True or false, even the foretold, Till our lives becomes replete.