Songs of the Road — A Woman's Love

A WOMAN'S LOVE

I am not blind I understand;

I see him loyal, good, and wise, I feel decision in his hand, I read his honour in his eyes.

Manliest among men is he With every gift and grace to clothe him;

He never loved a girl but me —

And I I loathe him!

loathe him!

The other!

Ah!

I value him Precisely at his proper rate, A creature of caprice and whim, Unstable, weak, importunate.

His thoughts are set on paltry gain —

You only tell me what I see —

I know him selfish, cold and vain;

But, oh!

he's all the world to me!