I made the rules and I broke them

Rules are made to be broken
tis adage I always knew;
The knowledge till now was token
for not once my cover I blew.

The 1st rule to leave
the one about eves
which said I shant gape at their form.
So good was the view
R1 I happily withdrew
she had taken the night by storm.

The 2nd sounds frivolous
maybe even a bit dubious
but while I doubled my pint,
her pail didnt fail
she stuck to 1 ale
and held it for all of our stint.

Rules are for fools
and God knows Im one
but last night I bailed out with good sense.
Her presence I honor
as the chief motivator
in chuckin the strait jacket across the fence.

Without so much as a whisper
she swept into the life of this drifter;
for the rules perhaps a timely call.
As I ponder, on the eve of wonder,
I know Im longing to break em all.