What The Heart Wants. - Poem by clifford mate
Why are tormenting me?
You know I work hard not to look at you,
But I just can't take my eyes of you,
The short tight striped dress do more harm than good.
Look at your shoes,
What a perfect view,
Tell me what to do,
So that I can have you,
Not for the night,
But as my wife.
Sarah take my hand,
Let me have this one dance,
Just give me a chance,
I promise I can give you the world,
I will eve give you my inheritance,
A two acre farm,
My ancestral land.
Sarah I am not a boy,
I know you have a daughter back at home,
And you sell what you have,
I don't want to buy,
I want to love,
Just let me take that part,
And I will play her dad.
Sarah don't make your heart cold,
Open up and let me make your heart my home,
I promise to keep you warm,
So that they won't call you a whore.
Don't worry what people will say,
Let them talk,
And they will always talk,
But we will be working as they talk.
I know my mum will despise you,
And my sisters will fight you,
But I will fight for you,
For heart wants what it wants,
And you are what my heart wants.
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