The woman is offended, and the man cannot come near.
The man remains alone to cry his unmanly tear.
The woman is offended and must remain apart
As the man penetrates in sorrow the caves of his sorrowful heart.
The woman is offended, and would be offended more
If the man wept, ashamed, a little distance from her door.
The man must never show his repentant, weeping face.
The loving man fades—and the lawyer takes his place.
Understanding tears will not water the garden again.
The profit of the lawyer needs women—to hate men.
The gardens of love, with their flowers divine,
Are watered by love, but a lawyer draws the line:
The woman is offended, and the man cannot come near.
The man remains alone and cries his unmanly tear.
Love—wise but fragile, life’s glory—is easily ended.
It ends. In pain, she remains—forever offended.
Innocent heart. Write her poems. Make them good.
Young lover! Worship her! But walk carefully in this wood.
