Chevalier de Grieux, Sir, vainly
Do you dream of your lovely, insanely
Capricious (not controlling self mainly),
Your voluptuous Manon.

We leave your rooms like a procession,
A free, langorous line, for possession.
We're forgot after one evening's session.
SUBMIT is the law we must own.

We come from the night with snow blowing,
Needing nothing from you - but the bestowing
Of supper... and pearls for showing.
And a small bit of soul now and then.

Duty and honor, Sir, is a convention.
God give you regiments of mistresses.
I mention Herewith my readiness to give you attention.
Passionately loving you.
M.
December 1917