My Unfair Lady

We have a deal—between the two of us: No more secrets between the two of us. But her secrets are her very own, well! She could blow hot and blow cold at will. Unpredictably, she could smile and snarl, But her snarls are volcanic eruptions all. Give and take, but she must take more--how strange! We’re bound by (my) promises, no exchange. She’d seek to weigh love on a tilted scale, That is simply because I am a male. All I could possibly do is to squeal; When all is said and done, that’s a raw deal! — Ram, R. V.