A silly hat

I read in a book, about Gods movements contrariwise, between Halacha (or law) and agada, or the spontaneous; as God’s bow and arrow,

And I thought of Cupid and his bow, you the string-taut law, me the wild arrow, because, g, seems to be a traffic rule, all roads lead all my thoughts to you

Even when two, I did what I do, I be a law unto myself, so love me, come cure me, cause that’s who I be, until I met you-

Enchantress, announced by crow dances, sharp clawed romance, take a wild guess at chance, Fate comes with string iced, Cupid lost in obsidian trance, wonders

Aloud, how does Raelene know loves rule, if you won’t say it? For Albo or Trump, let society melt into chaos, I don’t give a damn: all I want is your discipline!

You hold back, as if that were your whip, let down, perplexed, coming down from on high, I’ll only love you more for it: seems that’s set on stone tablet.