Live Happily Enraptured

Live Happily Enraptured
The Final Statement of a Philanderer.
Being a verse from a Courtier to a Lady.
In hope of a happy reply

I cannot be in society
the one that rocks the boat
so just instead use my secret head
and words stick in my throat

yet of this I'm sure of all that's pure
the one you are, the centre
I cast in the past, always the last
and many a true adventure

to replicate my dreadful state
I feel I must say this
I cannot face, or feel your disgrace
however world insist

to keep you near, enthral my fear
the taste, my lust, your flesh
I see inside, my mind this wide
ensures my very best

and gone, past loves are done
as razor cut my binding
all wants I nursed, now only cursed
only to keep my finding

after all these years, these many fears
with content not my lot
it is in this world, my love uncurled
and other dreams now are stopped.

For you to be and righteously
my one and only thought
my love is you, give all its due
some thing's cannot be sought

They must be found, not run to ground
nor yet in ways foul captured
with ones that fare, you find you care
live happily enraptured