Cage Me

How temptress-like your words bereave me;

Sing my fancy free

So I a captive lorn beholdst Yours forever be

Behind the chorus line doth follow

Actions all, pursued

With hidden plots and polka dots Scattered o’er the view

Against hard will your heart fell fevered

Quick detained by love

And favour, Fate my way did look To catch my fancy dove

Within my precious arms engulfed here

Safest haven seem

Unnoticed go the tables turned And cages but a dream

—Mariéve MacGregor