Julia, when thy Herrick dies,
Close thou up thy poet’s eyes;
And his last breath, let it be
Taken in by none but thee.

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may”
And while that may be compelling to some
I would rather wait several years worth of days
Than go to bed with just anyone

Because my convictions transcend my flesh
As my unknown beloved now treads
So I can bear prolonged loneliness
While I lie in my twin sized bed

*** is much deeper than skin grazing skin
It’s the beauty of souls intertwined
Mr. Herrick, your message, received by most men
Makes broken people, hollow and blind

At risk of dying with innocence in tact
I will reject your assertion that virgins must act