Do not ask me,

for I wouldn’t give it up for roses.

Do not ask it of me

for I would not put my life

in your hands and I would not

let the lingering taste of over friendly perfume

seep into my pores and cloud my judgement,

do not ask it of me.

 

Do not ask it of me,

Do not sway my mind with temptation

for I am but a weak man,

like all men, once ensnared

by the thought of the price of Heaven