Upon Quiet Reflection

And the whom she dates

(Not who, mind you,

for, whatever the number,

I have no clue)

So lacked in spirit and body and mind

Of that, which she, aplenty designs.

For the beauty both in her heart and soul —

In face and thought,

In blood and bone —

Is yet unmatched in those I’ve met,

And thus undeserving to be so kept.

And every one she brings to me —

So that I may meet,

And further see —

Are so unbefitting of her selection.

Of this I believe.

(Yet in quiet affection)

For although she remains the same as a sister —

And thus shan’t be prevented

From getting a mister —

I require that he be the good and the bright

That I see in her always,

Both in day and in night.