Courtship is a wonderful time,
When everything is beautiful and in its prime,
When you are young and carefree,
Reckless and often lost in reverie,

You loved the pampering,
The loving, caring and the spoiling,

You were spoilt and quite enjoyed it,
No matter what you did your beau didn’t seem to mind it,

He addressed you with great respect,
Addressed every need/wish of yours and it was perfect,

Then the ‘ship’ sailed into deeper waters,
You are caught in every day matters,

You could no longer be lost in reverie,
For that matter be reckless or carefree,

You needed to be domesticated,
Disciplined and cultivated,

Once your wayward ways found favour with your beau,
Now it was only the reason for a row