'Scorned' Poem by Bernard Snyder

She constantly reminds me
she is a woman scorned,
her heart has been abused
and severely torn (but I want her nonetheless)
see the oddity of it all is
she thinks I'm attractive
she likes my qualities
but the matter of fact is (she's afraid to trust anyone)
so I thought I'd take her hand
and walk with her slowly
give her an opportunity
to really get to know me,
but every once in a while
I tend to get a lil' ‘frisky',
I ‘ll whisper in her ear hoping
she'd lean over and kiss me, (but she keeps her space)
I seriously think
she would like to cross the line
let her hair down a little
and show me she's really trying,
but instead of engaging
in anything that might leave her weak,
she always end the night early
with a pleasant ‘kiss' on my cheek!