"Light Of Love"
by Dorothy Parker
Joy stayed with me a night --
Young and free and fair --
And in the morning light
He left me there.
Then Sorrow came to stay,
And lay upon my breast
And knew me best.
I'll never be a bride,
Nor yet celibate,
So I'm living now with Pride --
A cold bedmate.
He must not hear nor see,
Nor could he forgive
That Sorrow still visits me
Each day I live.
