Listening to every heart
[Response to a challenge from Sweet T]
Simply sitting, merely working without a care or woe
sat sweet Elizabeth, smiling lightly, little did she know
that through the door would come a man with such an evil grin,
a grin that would easily do our sweet Elizabeth in.
When her green eyes met his so brown
and she saw the twist of his lips sublime
she felt as if she had been lifted up from down
and suddenly it stopped still, did time.
The love struck woman sat as if in a trance
while with his lips his words did dance
and she felt as drawn as a moth to a flame
lo, never again would she be the same.
How easy to forget life’s rules and morals
while his lips sang a heart-felt chorus
of “come to me, come to me my Elizabeth so sweet”
oh the horror of her rushing, frantic feet.
In his arms she felt so womanly and giddy true
while he plied her with love the way connivers do.
When it was over, he was honest you bet
and said “I don’t think my wife you’ve met.”
Oh, the horror and shame she felt, her being simply drowned
within her sorrow and her fear of being known around town
as the Love Struck Woman, now on the verge of insanity
and he had undone her, had unsprung her, with such simplicity.
But play her he did, not once, not twice, but more
while she unwillingly, and easily, would enter through his door
of ill repute, this damned rascal’s den of sweet iniquity,
for on the verge of insanity she could well and just be pitied.
“Oh Elizabeth dear, your pills are here, now come and take them all”
the voice of the matron pleads to her kindly, as Elizabeth climbs the wall.
“The terrible memories will soon fade way” the matron spoke so gently
As Elizabeth, the Love Struck Woman, danced on the verge of her insanity.
11 August, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow