No Man Can Touch Her Heart Nor Give Her Bliss

No man can woo her or bestow a kiss Nor even help her opening the door. For with her cruel tongue she ne’er can miss.. Her epithets will knock him to the floor. No man caresses her in warmth of night Nor brings her tea and comfort when she’s sick. She puts them off by always being right .And giving answers far too sly and quick. No man can puzzle out what he’s done wrong No man can cut the wire that binds her heart. Yet now and then they hear a wistful song… And think they see black demons swift depart.. Beware such women as they are accursed… For never by love’s touch have they been blessed