Woman to Man
shall I scorn her
and speak loudly of her every fault
every slight irregularity in her face and form
'til she becomes to me a loathsome figure
whom I disdain to touch?
Shall I then love you?
and you shall be all to me
and I will be proud to have you
feeling satisfied unto myself
for with the capture of your heart
I have achieved worth?
Shall you then love me?
for I will give you pleasure
and the sight of me will stir envy
in other men's hearts
and you will bind me unto yourself
and my life will be yours?
When I die, shall I then be content?
to have lived my life for you
the capture of you, the love of you, the keeping of you
never to have known her who is the same as me
never to have known myself?