I’ve given and given and trusted and trusted
I’ve sprouted such tears until my face rusted…
But darling…angel..love..my life
…my feelings twisted into strife.
So I do not bow, nor bend, nor lean
As I have light that springs serene
a smile that many have tried to confuse
for a weakling that is ready for abuse.
But I do not bow, or bend or lean
For I am honest, not obscene;
I do not shout, or hate or care
for your smile that seems a snare!