Emotional Blackmail

(An old poem from my premarital years) What had yah think of guys, who plead you with such beseeching cries and threaten to even take their own lives if you didn't give them your hand in m-a-r-i-t-a-l ties? Are all lasses merely to take that as a wily trap set in a web of lies? Such profession of passion at its all time highs! Oh, I don't plan to strike while the iron's hot I can't always melt in the melting pot Ah, besides methinks the guy should get over it and move on as time flies Infatuation as it is, usually dies... Lovers are famous for goodbyes and surprise. Premarital datimg love is usually so fickle It can land you in real heartbreak's pickle. For passion like music notes, shall soar and rise and the fall of the notes, an inevitable surmise. But the thought is disconcerting truly quite traumatizing What if for your rejection he really kicks the bucket and all your life you carry that burden of regret. For a telegram of his suicide would be a 'black' mail indeed But Love is for living why in death for it bleed? A love letter billet doux can also turn into blackmail...