POEM: SURRENDER

Oh, the nights were dark and cold,

When my love was gone.

And life was hard to hold

When my love was gone.

I was wise, I never gave

What they teach a girl to save,

But I wished myself his slave

When my love was gone.

I was all alone at night

When my love came home.

Oh, what thought of wrong or right

When my love came home?

I flung the door back wide

And I pulled my love inside;

There was no more shame or pride

When my love came home.