Charmed at a Ceremony, Strikingly

Lovers yearn for desire today, but I
Am as a trumpeter searching for one
Of a charming description that may wear
A dress at a fine, small ceremony.

I am stricken with pain, fame, and hunger
I take what's mine but have no need for games
Of seduction by some illegal means
I merely demand order, control and

Work in payment of deeds in some business
Hear my plea, my girl of this demeanor
We dance with our hands to the side but with
Some of the golden rings and chains hanging.

Then we would sit on the bench, striking though,
So that I could be seen talking to you
I only want you, but you keep me at
A whim, and I return to you always.