Harlequin

Harlequin competes with me for the favor
Of Columbine, my dove, but he does so
With such a colorful patchwork of guile
And subterfuge I feel all overmatched

Much too serious, stolid and confined,
My passion makes me fear my sanity 
Could be all overthrown, by harlequin ,
Clown who moves with ease where I fear to go

He moves as the whimsy of a fresh breeze,
Touches as he will, flows and off he goes,
Does not need to work to please, flirts sans blush,
Seduces without confession he does

Harlequin’s a creature of little weight
Yet does his luck far outweigh my own lack