March 5, 2012
I sit here in thought

Calculating my heart

Analyzing my feel

Organizing my mind’s reel

Was it reasonable?

Or was it folly?

To feel this sadness

This aching madness

These wishes of love

These warm feelings

The aching desire

To be with my loving lyre

So am I silly, gone mad?

To feel, to be a woman?

It seems the world today

Has no room for such feminine say

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