Thy love I will not, will not share;
Thy hatred only wakes a smile;
Thy griefs may wound - thy wrongs may tear,
But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile!
Thy love I will not, will not share;
Thy hatred only wakes a smile;
Thy griefs may wound - thy wrongs may tear,
But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile!
A wild, wick slip she was - but, she had the bonniest eye and sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish and, after all, I believe she meant no harm for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories