Don't cuckold me with others' lines --
Don't make me wear the horns.
Betray another as he pines --
Give him what he adorns.
Be pregnant with my lines alone,
And let them fill each day
Your body or you must atone
For all your eyes betray.
I've seen you look at other verse --
Your lust should only be
For all my words, you should immerse
In opal sounds from me.
Your music will absorb each word
I craft and we'll give birth
To songs that no one's ever heard,
To dancing, joy, and worth.