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Tuesday, August 05, 2008
a maiden
sara teasdale oh if i were the velvet rose upon the red rose vine i'd climb to touch his window and make his casement fine. and if i were the little bird that twitters on the tree, all day i'd sing my love for him till he should harken me. but since i am a maiden i go with downcast eyes, and he will never hear the songs that he has turned to sighs. and since i am a maiden my love will never know that i could kiss him with a mouth more red than roses blow. sometimes, it's a bitch being a woman. |
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