As the Lady ShowersAt what point do you think I ought to woo
The lady of the house? I wouldn't want
To start too soon, to look like I'm
An opportunist, but I'd rather not delay,
And seem as if I'm simply being sweet
As recompense to her. Tell me, Collette.
You are her maid, and, have been for so
Many years. You know her best of anyone,
And you know me from distant times.
You say she's lonely living here, and I
Can see that she remains quite lovely,
And her wit is keen. You said you thought
We were well suited. Tell me then,
First, bring some coffee, when you
Think I ought to make my move.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-02-07 at 19:58
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