She wears a mask, powder and glass, to pull
The one who fools himself. She holds his sight,
She stands upright, then draws the wool
On bashful boys who fail at playful fight.
The callous men, who move too quick, upsweep
The chance to know her love or granted grace;
They tear the mask to take, although she weeps,
Ov'rcome with taste and thrills of fancy lace.
The truthful seeker takes his time, to learn
Her rhyme, and moves in beat, with shadow feet,
To toe the line and tame the flame to burn
So hearts have time to grow before they seat.
To push, not push too hard, to run, not run
Too fast, but take the way until its won.
-MMF
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