In Their Conversation
It is if she had wrote the narrative to my life.
A foolish man she made me: me thinking
that I could exist until then< the day
we meet and have the right words to put
our future into perspective. "Might the nights of
Lovers make me her's". Than might the need of
my selfishness makest me her's" What a fool I've been!
Each idea a failure, I ajusted to her needs in full
compliance to have been meet with her resistance
and stubborn meaniest. She beleived she was
mannish and womanish to
the conveesity of right: I found her wrong
and those who desired a measure of revenge might
seek her company to spawn. A disbelief in fairness and a concern for
troubling a catalyst for value, aruthless of competitive behavior.
a concern for cultural readiness. Samples of a world
against the desire to marry.Love feeds my hunger
might I thirst to have
the waters of your need for me
satisfy my dry mouth.
She spoke of her want to learn music, as a Lady she wished
to began piano lessons, a concerted jesture. Thus she'd had
only time if the oppurtunity allowed and finacing from her Mister was allowed.
That made right for conversation, she'd ask him for
the money to begann her lessons.
He cited her expression as tenure and want: maybe a need to fit-in.
Maybe an urgency oror a collective restored mention, might
allow a thought of music. A tune or two.
Might you
find in your busy world to love me!She wanted the music more than she beleived and thus months later she was both
musicailly trained and pregant.Have I loved thee? He would ask her: have we then been perfections of our happiness.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2023
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