The Woman You Marry
By Jade Blackmore
Copyright 2008

You dismiss home and hearth now
But someday even you will
Succumb to white picket hell.
The woman you marry
Will be immune to your brute charm.
She will tame you.
I am not that woman.
I relinquish
Body and spirit,
Yield to my baby-faced hellion
Willingly,
Permanently.
Ask me
If I will love you forever.
Keep your promise.
Come back and be my master.