"Her Smiles Were Lightning"

I held on, real tight
To your dress, all night
And we danced, a two-step
And when you left, I wept

Fair is my love, and she’s as cruel as she is fair
She ain’t been back to the barroom; I been looking for her there
Her smiles were lightning, but her pride was despair
She’s a sinner, a tormentor, an acolyte, a chalice bearer

I searched, and you hid
Then you lied; then I did
And you hit me, with your good hand
Then you kissed me, like a coke can

Fair is my love, and she’s as cruel as she is fair
She ain’t been back to the barroom; I been looking for her there
Her smiles were lightning, but her pride was despair
She’s a sinner, a tormentor, an acolyte, a chalice bearer


[Sonnet from "Beauty, Time, and Love" by Samuel Daniel]
"FAIR is my Love and cruel as she's fair;
Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny.
Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair,
And her disdains are gall, her favours honey:
A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour,
Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love;
The wonder of all eyes that look upon her,
Sacred on earth, design'd a Saint above.
Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes,
Live reconcilèd friends within her brow;
And had she Pity to conjoin with those,
Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?
For had she not been fair, and thus unkind,
My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind."


Then you came back, with your red dress
And a new man, in a cutlass
And you tangoed, on the dance floor
And you watched me, like a trap door

Fair is my love, and she’s as cruel as she is fair
She’s a sinner, a tormentor, an acolyte, a chalice bearer