Play Ball

I Have A Love Whose Eyes Constantly Call
Like Forbidden Streams To One Who Drinks Gall
Fill My Pitcher And I'll Drink With A Sigh
Because Maybe It's Not So Bad To Die

I Have A Love Whose Voice Is My Pulse
Or One Induces The Other's Convulse
His Laughter Reverberates In My Chest
Like Chamber Music For An Honored Guest

I Have A Love Whose Smile Caresses
Whose Fine-Toothed Grin Combs My Tresses
Gentlemen's Lips Conceal A Beast's Sharp Smirk
Which Gnaws At My Being And Own Frame Work

I Have A Love Whose Outside Of My Court
And I Recall That Love Is A Cruel Sport