The House of Mirth

I want her kiss to be my cherry wine
My laughter to be garlands for her head
I wish that she would be my Valentine
Wherefore as in betrothal we would wed

I want to be her consummate lover
With passion’s spark upon a bed of coal
Through marriage we would honor each other
O! The heights of ecstasy we’d extol!

I wish that in this moment we were one
Yet, this thought is a fleeting vanity
Which does remind me of life’s pleasant fun.
I need her for the sake of sanity.

Thus, a small kindled poetic fire
Inflames the hearth of sacred desire.