Oh, I’d been better dying,
Oh, I was slow and sad;
A fool I was, a-crying
About a cruel lad!
But there was one that found me,
That wept to see me weep,
And had his arm around me,
And gave me words to keep.
And I’d be better dying,
And I am slow and sad;
A fool I am, a-crying
About a tender lad!
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the poem, can relate with many people/ including me .us women need to not let a guy show all are feelings. because they will take advantage.unless your both in love DONT LET A GUY PLAY WITH YOUR HEART
Poems that are love
get me happy.
i liked th undrestood ite poem it is the truth it shows feelings and i