第31章 POEM: SURRENDER

Oh, the nights were dark and cold, When my love was gone.

And life was hard to hold When my love was gone.

I was wise, I never gave What they teach a girl to save, But I wished myself his slave When my love was gone.

I was all alone at night When my love came home.

Oh, what thought of wrong or right When my love came home?

I flung the door back wide And I pulled my love inside;

There was no more shame or pride When my love came home.