Analysis of Interaction

She stood facing given destiny Tall, dark, handsome, hopelessly smiling The provderbial woman's anxiety Of reality annexed in childlike dreaming Her friends spoke resolutely But she in denial made void the glance While her heart beat passionately And her head drunken in silence dance Love should not be offered For what is given counteracts our pride Alone, Christ was delivered Because a true lover gave till we chide It will not spoil my joy if you Refuse the gift, I will do it again gladly Only so disappointed in you I give for my own joy, nothing alters me. So she went home feeling shy Because they asked her, rather than they gave But heart played drums on the sky And longing rose and rave in wave upon wave. The moment is gone though, and I Read her story, and will not from love relent Yes, there is no limit to the sky And no sorrow when I am like my sentiment. Given pride, love must given directly Not offered, not fearful of rejection hesitate For true love has no fear, nor tardily Gives itself to the joy of love's bitter fate.