A poem about the delicacy of a young lady’s heart in dealing with love.
The delicacy of my heart
Has oft been torn before
Many a grand start
Became a closed door
So understand my condition
Why at times something is missing
It’s because it’s hard to trust
Even if you say that I must!
When tears have fallen like rain
Yet have not washed away my pain
These are the moments of grief
The days when I had no relief
They are the beginning and end
Of all that one being must mend
How do I know your worth?
Will you give me wrath, not mirth?
If so, away you must forever go
So again my heart can freely glow
Understand my feeble state
If not, you are making a mistake
For I am not the girl for you
I’ll only make you black and blue
Show me true gentleman nature
And I’ll show you most due favor
But lie to my heart and my mind
My true self you will never find
For in the springs of my soul
Lie boundless beauties that roll
Like flowing winds of the land
There I do take my stand
I am not of the simple kind
Not one with a weak, feeble mind
I search for the answers high and low
I seek to understand my own goal
Is it one of Godly form
Perhaps why I am beyond the norm
If I’m afraid to tell you why
And take too long, then pass me by
For if you cannot patience give
You will not find why I live
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