Not Your Bride

She is not your bride.
Beware what you think is yours.
Beware the thing you covet
For it is mean and vicious:
The whirlwind that you'll reap
When the wind you sow
With fearful eyes.
Turn your face instead 
Downward to the dust.
Lick it up.
And remember 
From whence you came.
You are not more than truth
And it does not 
Court your fancies 
Nor pander to your lies.