Post by Steve on Oct 1, 2016 1:41:09 GMT -5
tied down, no chains be found,
an appearance of something weaker.
how wrong I've been, to think I'd win,
`gainst sleek strength of wedding gown!
ah, lace & silk,
rather thorns & thistle,
with miracle the may wilt.
her ring, to me a frivolous thing,
a single golden shackle;
but in his absence it spins-she sings!-
now my heart's been tackled.
an appearance of something weaker.
how wrong I've been, to think I'd win,
`gainst sleek strength of wedding gown!
ah, lace & silk,
rather thorns & thistle,
with miracle the may wilt.
her ring, to me a frivolous thing,
a single golden shackle;
but in his absence it spins-she sings!-
now my heart's been tackled.