These Courses of Treat Meant...

Shall I entreat thee, O Kind Man,

To sup where I dine; to rise as I stand?

Words fall short in this course of meal;

A kiss of refreshment I do hope to steal.

Ever I retire as a passive choice;

Ever I arise in active voice.

Tall and proud, I stand dismayed,

As my smile in a while...

My sentiments betrayed...

These words, unspoke:

This silence, a kind oath.