Venus and Mars


I’ve had enough of all the wars

Between my Venus and your Mars:

Your scarlet Mars can’t hope to see

My cool orb flaring ardently,


While scant reserve resides in red:

It oughtn’t try to stand in stead

For all my azure inwardness

Of woman-hearted tenderness.


My dear, I’d rather seek and find

The flaming glories of your mind

Than search your crimson spans for cool

And find them wrapped in fever’s rule.


Much better to embrace your hard

Hot reason!  There’d be this reward:

My calms could gain a little glow

From all your heat;  and you might show


A little mildness, at my touch—

Then, dear, we would not war so much!


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