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.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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