Monogamy

by Columbine

O! the joy, and O! the rapture!
O! the certainty of capture!
Time might in its blindness blight us,
Yet we rule its tired detritus.
Though the years might make me plainer
You'll not dare change your demeanor
But you'll feign devotion steady
'Til I yawn "Enough already!"
Though the world may find me wiser
With my gifts I'll play the miser
Showing just enough to frighten
What e'en Fate could not enlighten.
So, resigned, the world we'll tackle
Hand to hand and chain to shackle
Taut, resentful, false, impure,
Miserable but secure.

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