Affection granted.

Wilhelm Marstrand (1810-1873), Italian osteria.

Affection granted.

She draws himself to her,

Like a moth to a lamp,

And should she lower coquettish eyes to him,

Would signal an inviting vamp.

What would the measure of manhood be,

If this moment comes he not ready be,

Refusing her comely company,

In exchange for some banal pleasantry?

A man must read such signals fine,

Should she consider or change her mind,

For ‘tis woman’s privilege to hold control,

Choosing surrender or turning a shoulder cold!

These signals given with so delicate touch,

Are taught, boyhood till becometh a man in truth,

Father to son..peer to peer..old man to youth.

‘Twould be grave error to misread those signs,

Like stumble naked into a thicket of thorns,

More than scraped knees would suffer forlorn!

So gentle man I would remind thee and warn,

Heed astute those feminine signals code,

Lest thou lose opportune to enter her abode,

Then miss chance to be entertained in boudoir,

And as every man knows truth of adage by far;

The one chance missed out will forever be.. échouer.

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