Debyronize

You shall make sure such trivial feeling,

As it is love, to prove as might

Any of those who dear appealing

To give love natural and right.

But then if you shall not be kneeling

To her beliefs and moods your sight

Confuse the sky with light-blue ceeling,

And can’t tell sun from candle-light.

Thus over you she feels empowered

And gladly you return to jail

Has all your neurons she devoured!

Who says that love is doomed to fail?

‘Tis doomed to fail when there’s a coward

With “holly lovers” to regale!