To Him

You are to ponder your good fortune,
And thank the heavens for your gift,
When sunrays bid your eyelids open
And when they're shut by moonlight swift.

You are to clothe your untamed hands
In finest silk, as soft as night,
And learn the secret art of sacrifice,
And wrong of self for others' right.

And you must cease from all untruths,
And never let your tongue speak false;
Cast your mind exposed and open,
Break down your heart's surrounding walls.

You must follow these for all your days
To be worthy of her love, won in unfair ways.