Rather romantic I was,

Not lecherous so to speak,

As Priapus in the Greek mythology,

As a dream you turned into something bleak!


You could have corrected me,

As a potter mends his arts with care,

You behaved like the adulterous Helen,


Deciding to be unruly, to dare!


Yet God saved me from being wasted,

A new life I experienced, I tasted!

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