The thoughts are restless
Lingering over and 'round
My choices, swirling, round a poetess
What path do I take to abound?

My emotion hunts me
I can't take her through the aisle
I have a Bride betrothed to me
What motion could be filed?

I see no future in us
No feelings piercing through my doubt
Loving her will get my heart bruise
We are of different pole- North and south.

The lamb of love
I do not see in her eyes
She is alone in this game of love
Either a virtue or vice

I can't marry a poetess
I am not ready for a feud
That her pen will portress
This is indeed war, a thug, and a heart feud.