A Woman's Pain Poem by Joseph Harris

A WOMAN'S PAIN

Innocent in the way of love
I wish I could tarry some more
I look at your presence with such beloved
Till I slumber in delight of sweet marinating toil
But I am not given to you
Or the case you portray
I am after your time
You came much too late
Still I think of my youth
To remember those days
Did I see you back then
As I see you today
Frail of splendor
Delicate as flowers
I would give you many shelters
To keep you from April Showers
Yes I do remember
I have not change
But has grown in patience
Of a woman's pain.