As it tempted us to sin.

My lover stole my comb because

My golden hair too ruly was.

He sometimes brushed it with his chin;

And so our life of  love began.

 

He swept the floor with my hairbrush.

So more tangled and more lush

My locks became and that pleased him.

As it tempted us to sin.

 

Unruly were his passions once

As on his knee  I was ensconced.

But later ,he preferred the cat.

Even as she she scratched and spat.

 

I see now  he preferred  furred beasts.

And met them on his nightly trysts.

I should not have cut off my hair.

Nor made it ruly and less fair.

 

I dyed it to a shade of red

Far too fierce for my dear head.

I dyed it green like apples fair

And I forgot that he would care.

 

Now it’s golden like a  crown

And in ringlets it does fall down.

Alas it is too late,I know.

For he is dead and lies below.

 

I should have heeded his advice

Never be too kind nor wise.

Hide your  eloquence so great.

And always make your courtiers wait.

 

Unfortunately I was entranced

Watching   numbers so advanced;

Infinities of different size

So no ruliness presides.

 

Yet our own lives are finite.

A few brief hours of gold sunlight.

A few of those  by lovers ruled;

Precious days   each full of jewels

 

When we descend into  the night

Blackness rules and we can’t fight.

So the ruly come to dust.

Even when they passed their tests.

 

And the unruly also die.

With the worms the gold locks lie.

Wedding rings and jewellery

Are of no more use to me.

 

 

Yes, the unruly also die..

Though they may have felt more joy.

Not compelled to obey all,

They don’t complain when dark night falls.

 

Oh,my apple, I still care;

I still love you,my own dear.

I think of you and never rue

The love that was twixt you and me.

 

 

In my dreams we danced again

Music played and  love outran

All the numbers in my books.

Infinite were our loving looks.

 

Aleph null and aleph one,

By the Hebrews naming done.

No doubt God knows the full gist.

How  we sang and  dance and kissed.

 

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