He's bound to find some rope to knot and tie
Her fears and hopes as one: there is no doubt
She'll entertain such yarns until it's clear
That she can comprehend what it's about;
She may get the wrong answers and be drawn
Down paths that are so futile, they're dead ends;
To sate a satyr with acts she'd perform,
That do not draw her out, but just extend
The wish list in a manual infinite,
That links perversity to harsh control
And subjugates her to others' delight,
But means she cannot grow - cannot be whole;
A girl should be quite careful to express
Her hopes before she's bound for happiness.
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