Silver rays of the moon flitters through
Illuminated like the bright glow of a love true
Hesitant to believe in thy loving affections
I despised your unwavering devotion
Consistent like the housewife’s pounding pestle
With uncanny swiftness you win this love tussle
Threw me to the ground as I lost the wrestle
Then galloped a way, a won battle
My cries rent the silence of the night
At a loss on what is wrong or right
Should I let you go or beg you to stay?
I don’t want to spend another lonely day
Sitting by the window like the black widow
Patiently awaiting my hero’s return
Hidden by a cloak of dark hair, peeping out that high window
Awaiting the former subject of my scorn
Mood: Hopeful
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