A Wanton Woman Bride

by Poet Lordy

A love out of reach is a wanton thing, to make a marriage from such is far beyond that?.

A Wanton Woman Bride

I slave for thee upon this kitchen floor, scrubbing, scraping, cleaning

Hands born of soap and discontent, for I know not the meaning

I wake so early to tend thy needs, baking, washing, sewing

I feather my bed so late at night, never really knowing

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Of what your life indeed you do, for I will never know

My placement within my master's house, my thoughts I can not sew

My work is hard and duty bound, again I take my pride

But work doth take up all my time, this wanton woman bride

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For I that's placed within this flight, a working hand is I

To take my master's gaze so taut, I walk and pass on by

As pretty as a servant may I be, my dreams are not my own

To try and stand above my ilk, my thoughts I can spawn

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So work is all I have to give, this wanton woman bride

My master's love indeed to turn, against a pulling tide.