A kiss in the morning
For hurts to come, for damages done
A hug in the morning, an embrace at night
For anticipated coldness, for things undone
Greetings and notes all day
Serve to despair and dismay
Questions and answers every other day
To rekindle conflagration, war games replay
Say, "Thou art fair my love, thou art fair"
"Make her fair, make her fair", my prayer
Utter, "Yea, yea; nay, nay"
Turn the other cheek and live another day
Realize I'm more a mendicant than a noble
Stand on convictions and not grovel
Eat, when possible, the crumbs from the table
Talk to, and look at, Queens but don't waver
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