CHASTE QUEEN (Cano’s lament)
I thought I knew the way you were.
Mistook a cue, thought it was you.
I saw the look of wanton ways.
Somehow mistook your chaste display.
A projection born within me;
Self’s reflection for me to see.
The way you are I had no clue.
You are a star of brilliant hue.
How you will live, how you will die
Never deny your right to try.
Chaste queen and whore, both these you are!
No more, no less! Why second guess?