To earn a smile or win a kiss with ease,
No need to ring a bell, for help's at hand.
What footman, groom or valet apt as these
Obliging servants poised at my command?
A troop of willing words all serve me well,
Arrayed in livery of verse and line.
They coax, cajole, control and weave a spell,
Sweet poesy designed to make you mine.
And yet it seems you're deaf to loving pleas;
My poems lie rejected at your door.
All ice, your heart, or else you mean to tease,
To mock my humble scribblings, meant to soar.
Away, you maids and minions! Come, away!
Let heart speak straight to heart and win the day.
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