Coercive force is like an iron fist
Disguised with fancy gloves to lead amiss.
Be wary of those men who too soon kiss
And of their wooing ,do not believe the bliss.
Knowledge of others takes its time to grow
And like a  little plant needs  tender care
In courtship,  it is better to be slow.
And not to strangers let our hearts be bare.
The conman earned his title for his charm.
He’s convincing as he senses what we need.
But this is for eventual cruel harm
Neither money nor sweet love  let him accede.
Coercion may be disguised  as  love most kind
 and  our natural  instincts  often make  us blind

About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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