Be True Of Your Clan

The woman I loved, The only woman If I ever loved, Is, by accident, she, Who is very much a doe, Too frail, too fragile, Too timid and too shy To live up to her desire. As meek as a mouse, Whom how to arouse? That woman I loved, A respectful class, And my dear brass, Is, by accident, she, Who is of a clan, a clan Known for supremacy Of women in their affairs, Where her will prevails, And where her desire is ultimate, Her man is to subordinate. When will you gain Your supremacy, That now is latent And potent in you? When will you tear Your fear and shear Your barrier, my dear? Till then, till then, I am at your doorstep. Just a call. All the bliss. 11.06.99