inspirations

…I hoped that she would love me
And she has kissed my mouth

But I am likes a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south

For though I know she loves me
Tonight my heart is sad
Her kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had…..

Tightly folded bud
I have wished you something
None of the others would

Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,
Or running off a spring
Of innocence and love
They will all wish you that,
And should it prove possible,
Well you’re a lucky girl.

But if it shouldn’t, then
May you be ordinary;

Have like other women
An average of talents
Not ugly, not good looking

Nothing uncustomary
To pull you off your balance
That unworkable itself
Stops all the rest from working.