She Sobs

There she is sobbing
Her heart completely quaking
Hot sparks of love in mind
That she cant dare hide
She remembers that day
She could make better hay
Love to me was nice
I could attract and entice
She could waffle and hesitate
To perplex and complicate
Little did she know
Twas time to sow

I've already made my mind
Committed to my lovely bride
I've now decided to bar
Without a thought of her

Let her cry, weep and sob
To me, that's an odd job

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