Crinkled skin locks one in
As securely as the orange peel
Feel at bay, held away; sweet or sour
The zest will not shower
Nor your trapped love flower
Given the day, given the hour
Stumbled heart feints in ones part
As unsure as the buckled wheel
Deal to stay, kneel and pray, flutter
Or murmur, the rate will not earn
Her condolence or consent
Given the moon, given the stars
