Rosalind Courts Orlando

“Woo me!” she whispered like a lad,

Coaxing her would-be lover thus

While, in her boyish clothing clad,

She charmed him and enchanted us.

We weren’t fooled by her disguise

Nor was her lover, whom she taught;

With witty words and willing eyes

She showed she wanted to be sought.

So lovers sometimes lovers play

At being what they’d truly be,

And, acting in the self-same way,

Each lets the other loved one see.

They practice being understood

By playing roles that either plays

As well as any parts they could

And, heart to heart, come face to face.