the suit

there's no end to the woo
I would pitch at you, if
you were as free as I

if I were to say I would not
want you
as a conquest,
then I would lie.

I do not want you
as a thing to steal,
but to win you
for hearth and home

after many campaigns of peace
we'd wage, together
for each and own.

Not as a thief,
to steal away,
but a suitor whose case
is true

Not for tonight,
not for today, but for life
to look forward to.

I'd give up a lifetime
of stolen goods
for what you'd be free
to give

As free as I am.
And as you are not,
I shall be content
to live.