Oh what Beautiful things....why do I wish I was...Oh but the beautiful things

 Tis the early morning


Upon a day were lover are to be kind


Were this Love creature lurks in open air


Love has no same when it comes to this day


It is better off in the shadows


For when it arrives in the air


The life of a Maiden like me is sacraficed.





I am but 16 and already my enslavement is settled


But oh what beautiful thing I have


what dresses and diamonds


and sharp object in which I might.....





I once believed in love


I once danced on sucha day as this


Silly fanatsy of Men who are kind


and a life where I am respected.


Where babies were a result of passion





But I know truth now


The dancing leads to a trap


The Men are cruel and forceful


I am made spectical as Men find Mistresses in open air


and babies are result of Breeding


Like a work dog, I am to give for litters of sons





I sit, on this and Early morning,


Looking down at the Love open


floating in air, 'round young girls heads


I notice a box, from my husband


who is spending they Day with gift Love gave him


a Mistress


I am given a box with silver and Garnet to hush my crys

For on this Valantines day, I am fading away but look at the beautiful gifts