Never will I caress her with incompetence,
Nor clumsily shall I hold her tight.
Till the candles no longer burn with potency
I shall familiarise myself with her all night.
For in her lies great importance,
When cherished, shall we be doomed to light.
Like treasures of value I shall guard her presence
And with swines in her defence I shall fight.
These arms like an embankment shall engulf her with confidence.
For possessing her, in their eyes I shall not be light.
Should I her rules flout, and flirt with impotence,
To bear the blame I shall in her sight.
For I am dubious about whether we met by coincidence
Hence, the reason why for her only I shall fight.
Thane of Cawdor