RobertF.Morrow

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Robert F. Morrow

Dear man! although a stranger and a foe

To soft affection’s humanizing glow;

Although untaught how manly hearts may throb

With more desires than the desire to rob;

Although as void of tenderness as wit,

And owning nothing soft but Maurice Schmitt;

Although polluted, shunned and in disgrace,

You fill me with a passion to embrace!

Attentive to your look, your smile, your beck,

I watch and wait to fall upon your neck.

Lord of my love, and idol of my hope,

You are my Valentine, and I’m

A Rope.