Garden of Poetry

Sweet Harlot of Mine
 

Who would come to you if I were not here
To embrace your beauty in my frail arms,
And lift your black velvet veil’s lace to peer
Passionately at your endearing charms?

Who would feast beneath your bedside table,
As I, in awe of fairness so replete?
Who savor your taste, were I not able -
Ambrosia spread, but no one to eat!

Who would sing to you of your twinkling eyes?
Without me, where would you be, whore divine?
Were it not for me believing your lies,
No one would love you, sweet harlot of mine!

~ Daniel F Mitchell