As the holy Thing within starts to grow
Your plight is how to let your man know
That you have never two-timed him
And that in you there is no infidelity,
...
See me now, underfoot trod,
See how hard I find it to bud,
See me wedged among wild weeds;
Oh, I don’t belong among these breeds,
...
Embrace
Dear me!
The arms that open
To embrace me
Are not matched
With a willing heart