Lines on a Mormon Missionary

What sort of wild temptress is this

That tears at the memory’s core,

That conjures and courts to dismiss

And knows not what tempting is for?

 

What softness of speech and of eye

That seduces a man from his lust,

When he knows that he’s never to try

But feels that he should, and he must?

 

And why, in the stillness of night

When the world filters down at the rim,

Does he stare at the long�'fading light

And despair at her image of him?

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[MissWordSmith]

ah! so cleverly written, this really is good stuff.

"And why, in the stillness of night
When the world filters down at the rim,
Does he stare at the long‑fading light
And despair at her image of him?"

This is going to my favorites. it was so... professional! I rarely add to my favs, but this one made it.

it was just so good!

[Tate Morgan]

I have to say I too have so often wished to be seen as a better man .In the eyes of a few I cannot stand the light