wooing

when tired words near slander ensue,
I fear a generation that's forgotten to woo,
that sincere poetry in now oft replace,
with lines of ego one needs erase,

I give this bit of advice,
sagely wisdom oft worth the price,
no lover is worth it if course words delight,
when their worth reflected in tired insight,

erotic is easy for those who sprew,
that experience openly held to review,
I ask the young delerious in youth,
to try something odd it's called the truth,

in wooing say what's in your heart,
and if not as gentleman depart,
a poor purchase is bought in coin,
when all words come from the loin,

as I listen to this reprise,
notice the wooed does have eyes,
and speak so what if it fails,
it's to the gentle the victory prevails,

we all know what is the goal,
but it's not worth the light of a soul,
but in ladies deserve words so true,
when real men remeber to woo