To a young woman

Don’t give a man what he wants, my dear,
Without a contract first.
For he’ll take and use and lead your life
Until the bubble bursts.

Then with light disdain it is off that he’ll fly
Leaving your welcoming home,
And the castles you built in your own mind’s eye
Will be sand by the seashore’s foam.

Then they’ll wash away in the soft sea spray
Of the salt from the tears that you shed
As you lie alone and regret the day
When first you shared your bed.

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