Let no one come between you and your dream.Never be warm to those who’d see you fleeced.
You were not born to cure low self-esteem.
Settle for sixty-sixty at the least.
Avoid all those who fetishize their rage
Or use your body as a carnal toy
Or see your wildness and construct a cage
Or promise silk but give you corduroy.
May you be keen enough to spot a faker
And wise enough to know desire from need.
If you must give, find one who’s not a taker.
Love is a garden that four hands must weed.
God keep you safe, and free from yoke or branding,
And always one thought past Love’s understanding.
Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells