The First Week Hath Passeth

One week has passed since the fireworks blast;
A new year has dawned since the old was gone.
The few friends you meet may be not discreet:
And tell all your tales to the man on the street.

The shivers of hope when star-cross'd lovers elope;
Sliding across timbers, climbing down a rope.
If thou'rt truer than the truest suitor,
Give to her Love, and not any Lesser!