Proprietary dilemma

If maiden's sweet propriety
Will dare not lift my eye to thee,
Do not think me coldly hearted,
Merely less than boldly parted.
For where your manly step is grand,
Such dainty feet as mine can't land.
Within our staid soci'ty's bounds,
I must keep to gentler grounds.
But with what looks they do permit,
My heart and soul I do acquit
As hopelessly attached to thee,
Far beyond cold propriety.

Knowing

I reached out my hand,
Bloodstained,
Impure,
And touched the perfect
Soft dun fur.
I ran my fingers over
Smooth cream bone,
Elegant branching points,
Carefully honed.
I felt your broken body,
Savior, Redeemer,
In the saving body
Of a broken deer.