WHY DO I LOVE?..........Tongue in cheek; but is it written for you?
Why do I love?
Go ask the glorious sun?
Why every day it round the world doth run:
Ask Thames and Tiber why they ebb and flow:
Ask Damask roses why in June they blow:
Ask ice and hail the reason why they're cold:
Decaying beauties why they will grow old.
They'll tell thee Fate:
That everything doth move:
Enforces them to this:
And me to Love:
There is no reason for our love or hate:
It is irresistable:
As death or fate.
It is not his face:
I've sense enough to see:
That is not good:
But loved enough by me:
Nor tis his tongue that has this conquest won:
For that at Least
Is Equalled by my own.
His carriage to none can obliging be:
Tis rude, affected:
Full of vanity:
Strangely ill natured
Peevish not unkind:
Unconstant and false:
To jealousy inclined.
Those vigorous years that women so adore:
Are past in him:
He's more my age:
YES, more!
And yet I love this false, this worthless man:
With all the passions that a woman can;
Since tis decreed in the darkest book of Fate;
That I should Love..........:
and he should be Ingrate!!!
"Poet Unknown"
Ana....
Some Birds Were Not Meant To Be Caged