Opponent
[To a beautiful woman who has chosen to remain silent instead of engaging in an argument.]
Forgive me, enchantress, for your foe now admits defeat,
Silenced by your quietude, his arguments obsolete.
This battle, unequal it was, I fought for one intent,
Defeat by your side, I proclaim, my victory content.
All that I spoke in debates, my words were but a call,
To forever challenge a heart, be it right or be it thrall.
And perhaps, in your study, you’ve noted every word,
How much help have I given, to my adversary, unheard?
In one debate’s cradle, I sought to win or yield,
To defend like a shield, or strike with a sword concealed.
Yet, your defense, lovely one, let me now confide,
It keeps debates alive, like a radiant guide.
Your pride is well-earned, your foe surely fears,
A beautiful face, sweet words that calm all fears.
And even this stubborn heart, when it comes near,
May be swayed to call you its conqueror, my dear.
In this battle, I sought not victory or gain,
Only to witness the spectacle, to endure the strain.
My eyes watched closely, as the drama did unfold,
Beneath the dazzling foe, a beauty to behold.
Stay a moment more, do not turn away in haste,
Oh noble one, take victory from your enemy’s grasp, make haste!
I have lost, and now, do not call for reinforcements anew,
For the silent blow of wisdom, let it from your lips ensue.
