I often wondered why he made me feel "this way"
Even on the worst day's I'm feeling some type of way
Take me back to the days,words were like blades
So much love in this life ...
LADY, in thy proud eyes
There is a weary look,
As if the spirit we know through them
Were daunted with rebuke
To think that the heart of man henceforth
Is read like a read book.
Lady, in thy lifted face
The solitude is sore;
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