Classic Poem

Fat is too luscious when it is alone:
You fat, I lean, sure would do well made one.
How lovely's fat with lean when inter-lin'd?
Should we not lovely prove together joyn'd?
Marr'age makes one of those before were two;
You may have flesh for me, I bones for you.
Scripture sayes woman made was out of bone;
But you are flesh, sure I a rib alone.
Oh might I be that rib so near your heart,
So near alliance death could onely part.
Or you my flesh, I would thy spirit be,
To give new life, would actuate in thee.
Fat easily melts, sure hard you cannot be;
Love to melt you hath kindled fires in me.
But should you fly, the flames must quench and die;
How can the fire be kept no fewel nigh?
While I do burn, should you the fuel prove,
Wee'd send a light to ages how to love.