The Game
Courtship walks a perilous rope,
seduction and proposal.
The Rake that alludes to chivalry,
balances the act with sin.
Coincidental meetings.
At gatherings of their peers.
A dance asked with gallantry,
speculations run wild.
Carriage rides alone at night,
curtains pulled over windows.
No destination in mind,
except what the Lady allows.
And so the game has begun.
Take what is given, give nothing back.
Promise the moon, deliver promises.
Yet, the hazards of the heart rule.
Now, captivated by charms.
Caught unaware by hearts pull,
the Rogue must bow his head.
Concede to beauty and destiny
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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