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.