The Sanctity of a Damsel Not On Sale

Seldom mistaken A besotted bloke in New York In love taken and shaken Dreaming of an infatuation stroke Bakes in his mind A love niche his heart to gladden Despite the labour grind Of the love burden Strutting his manifesto Under a moonlight in a tryst That delights his toe To roll out a love feast The bloke splurges In honour of the damsel of his dreams As time essence urges Celerity in streams Galvanized in his desire to capture The damsel Who his thoughts and feelings rapture As though she were a gazelle Swimming at the deep end of the swimming pool In his heart From which only he could be the fool To depart Heart on fire Mind in flight Imagination for hire On the crucial night When his emotional skills on test Ought to gather Opportunities in haste On suds of love lather In consonance with the promise The bloke made to himself The damsel to kiss To delight the damsel’s self Alas! Damsel repels Advances made In love pails Her sanctity the damsel won’t trade or degrade.