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Who Ye Blame
Dinha T. Gorgis |
Who ye blame, oh, blonde?
The word you gave, you broke,
No room for passions you left,
And, yet, me to blame?
In thee my longing seeds I sowed;
A toddler of me you'd make,
And that you'd wean me, I guessed.
But never did I blossom,
Nor into flowers turn.
My death for I waited;
My death God I pleaded,
Ye, who promised, flouted, and never longed;
who to blame?
Too oft for you did I seek,
And sleepless did I remain;
My nights awake had I passed;
Bitter you are, others truly say,
Ye, blonde! Faithless thou appeared;
For three years tortured had I been,
Hanging around your parents' place;
And, still, bitter you'd shown to be,
Ye, the unbearable!
Who me you promised, broke your word,
And never heeded;
Me to blame?
As patient as Jove had I been,
For long had I waited, you know;
And too much missing you is a blow.
For long had I waited ‘n got fed up;
Too many vows to God I made,
And Him I pleaded you make a move;
But neither did you move, nor respond,
Ye, who promised, flouted,
And never heeded;
Me to blame?
A letter did I send,
Love would speak up, thought I,
That with sweet words would you reply,
That perhaps your vision could I see,
Along with wedding trays trilling high.
Your blame never did I foresee,
Ye, who promised, flouted,
And never longed;
Me to blame?
Heart-broken and crazy did I go;
Nay! Lunatic didn't I go;
For the best men to your parents I sent.
To approach you was my intent,
But me you deserted;
It's all your fault, ye who refrained.
Agonizing had I been; my spirit you know;
And with tears the wedding bed I let flow.
It's you who erred, and the public know.
How come you blame?
Could you my weak points show?
Your anger never did I foresee,
Ye, who promised, flouted,
And never longed;
Who to blame?
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