Rogues 


What need hath I for senseless man
whose fickle heart changes with the moon
who places a kiss upon thy hand
and expects a maid to swoon,

What need hath I for promises spoke
from lips that speak naught but
Lecherous lies
Lies covered with a sweetness as false
as the love within his eyes

Nay, this maiden shall naught be swayed
by and impassioned plea for a summers kiss
nor desire blazing in eyes that burn,
with the hopes of an evening tryst.

~ I wrote this poem in 1997 and sent it to my friend Fred.  In the return letter Fred enclosed a Sequel to this poem. He later married my sister and I am awaiting his submissions~