So Much More

She'd walked this path before and hid her face;
So, you might only think something was wrong;
But would you realise how her mind longs
For loving more substantial than the grace
With which a verse makes points to slow the pace
Of her heart to such swooning, pallid songs?

These will, of course, be just enough from some.
Lulled by romance, they will not hear the case
For any trespass, bar a meagre kiss.
This can't endure: Incursions are displaced
By cool reserve. Familiarities won't score
Through icy looks: they're easy to dismiss.

Such patronage unravels as it's traced
To feeble source. She would have so much more.