It is mine to wait, to wait,
To love you from afar
For women have a bitter fate
Our hearts too tender, are.
We give them far too freely
Then suffer when they rend
For emotion strong cannot merely
Offer liking to the men
Oh, no! We wax poetic
For the love we feel so true
And soon we are anemic
For want of love from you.
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Song Of Winds
PoetryA song of winds, I'll sing for you On wings of zephyr from skies of blue, Lines of heartfelt emotion Or silly ideas in a poem. Each of these will be a part Straight to you, from my heart. If you like one part and not others, If you leave a star on i...
